Recently I came under fire by some SoulCasters.
I went to dance today and while warming up I found those comments creeping out of my computer and into the studio. I wanted to pull my ankle up to my head but found myself busy trying to push out all thoughts about writing and SoulCast. “Why am I even thinking about this? What am I, obsessed? This is ridiculous!” Finally, as we started the routine, there was no more room for SoulCast critics where double turns are involved.
It did make me question what the hell I was doing this for. In the beginning it was supposed to be about the money, but it’s not lucrative. Clearly I’m not winning any popularity contests. So why should I put myself out there, especially if it’s going to come back and bite me this way? And I was reminded of this:
“…know this is not what you believed it would be. Feel your mistake like a steel-toe o the chest.
Decide, anyway, not to cower. Put your mind to it.
You will do this and you will be good at it. You will give up to the outside everything on your inside. You will reverse your skin like a sweater pulled over your head.
You will show her, them, all of them, every last one of them how human you are. You will force them to see that you are exactly the same. You will.”
-Pretty Little Dirty by Amanda Boyden
What I endured was a part of the price you pay for broadcasting your soul on SoulCast. If you write about intimate parts of yourself and your life so that people will know the real you, expect that someone will assume they can tell if you’re a bad person too. It doesn’t make them anywhere close to right, but they have the right to their opinion. After all, if you came here to share, it’s implied that the sharing goes BOTH ways. So I accept. I will continue to put myself out there and be called names because of what I want out of the bigger picture: for what it means to be a writer and a person.



