Thursday, December 14, 2006
If You Can't Say Something Nice...
5 am and 75 degrees.
I cheated. This photo was taken yesterday as the sun was coming up. At 5 am it is still dark here.
There was an interesting article in Writers Digest the other day - all about blogging and not watching what you say. It discussed some of the current raging tempests where both commentees and commenters roll up their shirt sleeves and battle. Then there are occasions where a blogger forgets that he/she is just not typing into oblivion and lower their guard.
Kind of like celebrities in a Barbara Walters' interview.
(so were there any other problems working with that director? And when exactly did the police arrive?)
I try to adhere to what my mother always told me.
If you can't say something nice,
don't say anything at all...unless somebody pays you a heck of a lot of money and you're on TV.
I don't think she mentioned that part.
For me blogging is a way to warm up in the morning and get to work.
I pour my coffee. Sit at my computer.
It is an opportunity to be creative with no word count.
No plot lines.
No chapter headings.
I try to amuse and not offend.
And be mindful of who is reading this blog.
After all my mother told me a few other things.
Be kind even if it kills you.
And don't hurt other people's feelings.
I think that about covers it.
I forgot something else she used to say.
Just in case.