[W]riting is my thing. When it is all said and done, I want to write. There was a panel at BlogHer where International Activists spoke about their writing and my heart charged with inspiration and what I write has never been as noble, will never be as potent, but I was reminded that I do have a voice and I can use it for good. I’m feeling inspired.
I learned that the subject of one of my posts from last week wasn’t too happy I wrote about her.
I never intended for her to read it. I neglect this blog so badly that my readership has slipped from 5000 thousand readers a day to maybe 1000. In the grand scheme, 1000 is nothing. But one of you 1000 knew who I was talking about felt compelled to send her a note to tell her about that entry, to stir the pot I’d put on the stove.
I took it down. I probably shouldn’t have written it…