Yesterday I awoke feeling nervous because it was the day to practice the Last Supper skit I talked about HERE. I was absent from the blog world last week because my sister and I were at the biannual Festival of Faith and Writing, and let me tell you, that conference will blow your mind! I came back completely ready to dive into the skit and then dive into writing and to immerse myself in words, and verbs, and ideas, and new comic books…
Then I stumbled upon this comment on the Sew Unique blog:
“I sincerely hope that Sew Unique is not paying this “blogger.” Not only was the information poorly written, it was riddled with grammar and spelling errors. As a teacher and an artist, I found this blog to be equal parts elementary and offensive to the English language. Wow.”
I have no idea how I avoided seeing this comment for as long as I did (It was posted last September). When I read it (and the other one she left after a very sweet person came to my defense) yesterday, I had a completely weird mix of feelings. I was hurt, certainly, but I was also kind of amused. I mean it’s a sewing blog… Certainly not pulitzer prize winning. All I was attempting to do was share a fun quick project with the internet. Because, because, because I love sharing, and because I love sewing. I certainly had no idea that I was single handedly ruining the English language. “Elementary?”, I mean is Sherlock reading my blog posts? She called me a blogger…in quotations! QUOTATIONS! Should I laugh or cry?
I think laugh, here’s why. First, every writer I know that has gotten any kind of attention has dealt with this kind of negativity. So maybe this means I’ve finally arrived as a writer? Second, it’s the internet, and the internet is a crazy place where some people forget their manners. Let this be a lesson to remember to be kind, even on Facebook. Behind every post, every misspelled word, every incorrect factoid is a human being that has a heart and a brain and fears and insecurities. Third, I think this person is a bitter human. I hope that she doesn’t bring this kind of negativity to her students, and I certainly have no idea what kind of life she has. I’m sorry she had to take it out on a stranger, but it helps to know this comment might not really be about me at all.
What’s interesting is that while at the conference the speakers kept bringing up all these weird things I’d been telling my friends about. Things like flow, Avatar, women in ministry. We even saw the author of the book “Thrill of the Chaste: The Allure of Amish Romance Novels ” Which I’d heard about on the Podcast, “A Way With Words” and told everyone I knew because I thought the title of the book was so clever (I haven’t actually read it). I felt like I was totally meant to be at the conference, like it was God’s subtle funny way of proving that he wants me to keep on this road. I came home to this skit, with confidence and then, BAM! Hateful comments. Hateful comments that had been there for months, but I only just now became aware of. Kind of like insecurities that are hiding beneath the surface.
Ephesians 2:10 says, “For we are God’s handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.” I’m not saying my writing isn’t without blemish, (just ask my writer’s group, they know I love a run-on sentence, but they point it out in a helpful loving way) however, I do feel that God has put this desire in my heart, and I’ll keep on this journey. Hopefully some of my words touch someone’s heart, or makes them laugh, or reminds a few people that there is good and magic in this world. At the very least I don’t think it’s too “offensive to the English language”. Maybe just a little offensive? Though, I rarely use naughty words.
And, in case you were wondering. Practice went just fine.