Well, it's happened -- it's not the first time, and it won't be the last time. Something I wrote made a number of people uncomfortable, and I've heard about it. Boy, have I heard about it. My email inbox is burning up.
Because I'm not just a snark, I'm actually a generally sweet snark who likes to think of herself as a compassionate person, I'm never comfortable being called names for something I've written.
I know. There's a fine line between comedy and pain, and apparently I not only ruffled some feathers somewhere, but I hurt feelings. Not deliberately... but does that matter? I hurt feelings.
So today I'm thinking again about the Writer's Responsibility. About how, yes, we speak about our own experiences and truths, and not only do we have the right to do this but the responsibility to do it. I believe this. But I know these truths -- whether in fiction or nonfiction -- can hurt people, especially when my "truths" don't match the reader's "truths."
And then sometimes we writers get called out, "You wanna step outside?"
Look, I don't want to step outside. There's no way to fight about feelings, and I don't want to anyway.
It wasn't about you. It's my truth, not yours. But I'm still sorry for causing you pain.
But it's still my truth. Write your own.