So, there’s a discussion on Smart Bitches about what things an author can and can’t say online, and at what point people get turned off by an author. It makes me nervous, because while I try very, very hard to be sweet and nice and gracious . . . okay, let’s face it, I went to law school for a reason. And that reason had nothing to do with my being sweet and nice and able to handle confrontation in a gracious manner. When I get an idea in my head, I am about as gracious as a bulldog with lockjaw.
One of the extremely practical reasons I decided not to post about politics on this blog had nothing to do with turning people away with my political beliefs, and everything to do with the fact that I handle disagreements more like a lawyer and less like an author who thinks that all viewpoints are valid. (Although I do think other viewpoints are valid! Sometimes! Although definitely not if your viewpoint is on the content of law and is inconsistent with fifty years of Supreme Court precedent. It is just that I show my, er, appreciation by jumping up and down on other viewpoints, trampoline style, to see what survives, rather than handling them like unique and delicate flowers.)
So this whole Suzanne Brockman thing has me in a bit of an uncomfortable tither–because that could so easily be me. I would be SO MUCH WORSE than she is under these circumstances. And yes, I could say that she shouldn’t have said this or shouldn’t have said that. But my argument style tends to be more along the lines of shoot first, interrogate the bleeding corpse later, and then chop its head off and bury the body in unconsecrated ground if it doesn’t have a satisfactory answer. It’s not a pretty sight. And the scary thing is that I have toned myself down SO MUCH over the last ten years.
I am fairly certain that at some point in my career, I am going to say something I shouldn’t, and then I will dig myself into a hole by trying to explain where I’m coming from.
I am toast. That is all.