Not too long ago, one of my heroes, Zoe Weil, posted about how she experienced an overload of hate mail when her blog was linked to from a popular publication. Ms. Weil, I am appalled by what people said to you, after all you’ve done. I’d also like to say that I can empathize. In 2009, I experienced an Internet “stalker,” an anonymous person who did nothing but post vile things on everything I wrote. Thankfully he or she disappeared, though I don’t know why; however, this past week has been tough once again when, just because I wrote a single blog post, I’ve been getting hateful messages daily.
For a sensitive person like me, this can be extremely hard to deal with–and I hate that the most, that it really affects me at all, since I don’t even know these people (or person; after all, they’re all anonymous) and I should have thicker skin than this. My plan is to simply ignore further posts; I’m simply trying to make a living doing what I love, and I shouldn’t allow others to ruin that for me. The truth is, I am hurt.
And here I promised myself I’d go to bed at a reasonable hour tonight. Damn, I should have saved Glee for until after I checked my hate mail!
But you know what? People love my fiction. I get thousands of hits each month and positive reviews on stories that I wrote five years ago that I don’t even promote; they are pretty much buried in a sea of fanfiction. I’m just wondering if this is yet another sign pushing me into that direction once again. The question, of course, is will I follow it this time? All I know is that while my husband is laid off I’m supporting this family, and I don’t have the time to invest in the projects I was doing before. I have to suck it up, hold back my feelings, and move on. But I could really kick myself for not jumping on those opportunities when I had the chance.
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