there’s a song beneath all that wind

Look at you, sittin’ there
bein’ green on that high
invisible horse you ridin’,
blowin’ wind as you go–you go ahead.
We here are used to the wind and all it wants to say to us.

Still it ain’t exactly what we hear. No.
We hear the voice beneath your fickle flurry of words, too–

a still quavering whisper shivers from within all that hollow thunder.
We hear it reverberating through the tempest,
drowning out the steady elevation of imaginary hooves–
we hear it rise above the visceral torrent of unkindness
that drifts so naturally from smugly pursed lips.

Dismount that nonexistent horse already and walk.
It will humble you.

Reacquaint yourself to the grasses that stretch beneath your toes–
angling always for another glimpse at the sun.

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Everyone’s a Critic, Swedie

I’ve been eager to write a quick post here, ever so grateful to have readers and the occasional line of feedback from time to time.

Off I’ve been in the wide webby world, looking for work on the local front or in the webosphere–wherever my skills as a writer/editor or barista/baker may be of value to someone. And I’ve been compiling data, little bits and pieces of my experiences specifically with seeking freelance writing and editing work online. It’s been a challenge, to say the least.

Checking in on my blog tonight, I discovered this acerbic little message:
The next time I read a blog, I hope that it doesnt disappoint me as much as this one. I mean, I know it was my choice to read, but I actually thought youd have something interesting to say. All I hear is a bunch of whining about something that you could fix if you werent too busy looking for attention.

This was in response to my most recent post, striking a balance. Which, for me, begs the question, if you think I’m just a whiner, spam-linker to a kidney treatment ad from Sweden with no name, how are you any freaking different? Had I known that my writer’s mission should have been not to disappoint you so thoroughly, I would have–how did you put it?–oh, yes, I would have “actually thought [of] something interesting to say”!

I think you’ve foisted your own insecurities onto me, Swedie. None of your feedback was interesting; on the contrary, it was self-interested and it was a self who’s only interest seems to be attempting to hurt another person’s feelings. What for? Did your mother berate you as a child? Because most mothers would tell you not to say anything if you can’t say anything nice. The great critics pepper their stinging salt with some kudos, Swedie! You should try it sometime. Go ahead. I promise not to tell your mother. Gosh, she really did a number on you, didn’t she. And now here you are, trolling through blogsites, deeming yourself the arbiter of what is and is not interesting and expecting me to crumble under your glare.

It didn’t work, Swedes. I am not torn asunder by your poor spelling and total lack of critical thinking skills when it comes to interpreting a writer’s intentions. You bark that I could “fix” the thing I’m whining about if I wasn’t “too busy looking for attention”. Think about the language that you’re using here. You want me to find a solution to a problem, to “fix” it. You equate sharing my thoughts with the world to self idolatry as well. This is not my lens. You keep it.

I like wordpress because they weeded this jerk and his ridiculous renal failure/treatment link right into my spam folder. I like posting to wordpress because it’s a viable part of the writing process. Because writing is a process, not a problem. And there is such a thing as striking a balance between regularly writing for a blog audience and also writing, rewriting, rewriting, rewriting, editing, etc. for future publication elsewhere.

If there are any more naysayers out there for me, unless you have something nice to say first, keep it to yourself.

And for those of you scribbling away at your next opus:
Shine on, writer light, shine on!