My Virtual Soap Box
My Cop Out
I wrote this little rant on what hell it was being 13 during the late 70's. This rant has been up and in place almost two years. Outside of the odd compliment, it generated zero controversy. Then my family stumbled across it. They weren't pleased. Normally, my response would be something along the lines of "I don't care what you think... its my life and I'll write about it all I want." No apologies.
Why did I cop out and take the page down?
Two reasons. One, the holidays are approaching, and I have way too many things to deal with as it is without this one on my plate. Two, my sister actually made a few good points when explaining my families feelings on the topic.
So, the page is down.
For the time being.
I've already reviewed the work. I have to say that it is pretty tame. It wasn't meant as a tell all biography. I avoided details, didn't get into personalities, and only listed the stuff that was needed to make my point. I'm sure that everyone in my family has a different perspective on the events, it wasn't all negatives, and of course we have all matured since then. To be honest though, I don't care. To be a writer of any kind, the one thing you need is the courage of your convictions.
The page will, most likely, return.
I will be fair about it. Before I repost this rant, I will give my family an opportunity to write their own interpretation of events.
The contrast should be enlightening, and entertaining... and isn't that the entire point of writing?
