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Limecellos IconI know I probably come across as a Debbie Downer. Or, actually, I don’t know. Sybil tells me (every so often, that I’m being too much of a Mary Sue and that I’m butt-kissing. And then she tells me I can’t have X book because the author just died and I probably will hate it and even she isn’t mean enough to post an F or DNF review of author who newly died’s book.) Apparently I’m equal parts Glinda, and Elphaba. (And yes I am disappointed in myself for not remember if L. Frank Baum had given the Wicked Witch a name.) And for what it’s worth, I don’t think I brown nose – I simply try to remain upbeat on my “public face” and be happy and celebrate achievements. If you look carefully, I actually do very little promotion.

nice-girl-by-ktblle.gifI’d like to be able to say that we all realize there are different levels of importance, and gravitas. The tragedies of say, the Holocaust, or slavery, are much greater than a fatal car accident you see on the local news. To drive the point home, it’s a lot worse than your computer dying. Or even, you spilling something on your new book. I get that. We all get that.

At the same time… the little things are, and can be bothersome. One of the things that pisses me off the most are the unsympathetic people. Not even the eternal optimists… just those that belittle your woes and feelings. It makes me livid. I want to break, crush, and kill things.

Let me give you an example. I might say… “I got a really nasty paper cut today, and think it’s infected. Ouch. Whine!” And personal acquaintance will say “yeah, well, at least you don’t have to deal with road side bombs in Iraq.”

Um, no shit. Fuck you. I realize a paper cut in no way compares to dealing with IEDs. I know I can’t even comprehend what it would be like to have to live like that. But you know what? I still bled, and possibly have an infection. Of course it gets worse, but it could also get better.

I have mixed feelings about saying this… but – or because – it seems on blog land you always have to be happy. And nice. And pleasant. Always. And what we do is whine and bitch and moan to our friends in private. Through emails, instant messages, direct messages, chat rooms, and the like. Ok, fine. But you know, that’s not realistic. Because, admit it – you do that. Or have bitch fests over text messages, the phone, in person. You have to, or you’ll explode. It’s unnaturally to be able to take everything in stride, rationalize it and be hunky dory.

evolcats.jpgNot that we’re always nice – I realize this. Really. I’m not trying to create a shit storm. (And God help me if I do.) What I’m really saying, I guess… is respect each other. Listen to what the other person is saying. Step into his or her shoes. I feel like this is my blessing, and my curse. I think too much. I do my best to see everything from both sides. (Although I also freely admit to being quite irrational. Every so often I hate everyone who is more successful and younger than I am. It’s nothing personal – just a principle thing.)

Don’t dismiss or disallow someone’s feelings. Unless I’m doing that to you. I’m always right. [Did my very sorry attempt at levity work?]

And/but sometimes… yes. It is, what it is. Don’t sweat the small stuff. Don’t get mired in the nitty gritty. But at the same time, yes, it is what it is. Maybe some little thing is wrong, and a person will stand to the death and fight over that tiny detail. I can respect that. [Not just because I’m like that. I like to think I’m pretty easy going – but things can set me off. I generally don’t like confrontation, but I will argue something into the ground if I believe in it. I might even use caps lock, expletives, or excessive punctuation.]

And that’s something we need to understand as well. Some authors freak out or hate typos in their printed books. You could say “well that’s only one or two misspelled word out of thousands.” But guess what – very likely other readers notice it. Sure, it doesn’t make the reader gasp, and throw the book across the room, while they fling an arm up and faint backwards, shrieking “I cannot believe this travesty has seen the light of day!” But it still registers. So, to explain. If I see a typo, I’m not going to go ape shit. I’m not going to throw the book out the window, and I’m not going to write down every page with a typo in my review. But I will see it. That’s all.

happyendingcopy-kathianta2.pngThat probably failed miserably as an example, and I’ll likely regret it.

Let me summarize, or try to explain my point. Be respectful. Allow people to disagree, as long as it’s rational. Personal attacks, or stalkerish behavior is always unnecessary and excessive. But let people have opinions that differ from yours. Don’t belittle them for that, or condescend. (Because chances are that snarky, subtle insult you couldn’t resist inserting has been picked up by someone. And that someone is smarter than you are. Really – there’s always someone smarter out there.) Don’t be an ass.

Be Sensitive.