Seriously considering lifting the self-imposed censorship on this blog. It came to my attention some months ago that at least one of my Flying Monkey siblings is a reader. Apparently she peruses and then passes her distorted versions of what I've written on to Mommy Dearest. Needless to say this has led to severe misinterpretations and an abundance of vitriolic spin. Plus the humor is either lost completely or overlooked.
It's like getting a bad review based on what a second party believes about my writing. So not fair. And SO inaccurate. And I always wind up condemned. Keep in mind that neither of the two individuals deign to speak directly to me. Not that we would have much to say; but we do all speak English. Communication would not be impossible. And I would like to be judged by my own words in my own voice.
This blog is going to be moving in another direction soon. I've been postponing because I actually fear the reaction and ramifications of potential (and, oh, I make no excuses for the following) monkeyshines. She's still going to lash the way she lashes and I'll still catch the fallout and I'll still be the cast out sibling. Maybe telling my stories without the hindrance of my own fears will be good for me. I do wish Mommy Dearest and my other family members would have the decency and guts to read my stuff without the filter of the Flying Monkey agenda.
Courage comes in unusual packages. I hope I can open mine. We will have to wait and see about the others.
It's like getting a bad review based on what a second party believes about my writing. So not fair. And SO inaccurate. And I always wind up condemned. Keep in mind that neither of the two individuals deign to speak directly to me. Not that we would have much to say; but we do all speak English. Communication would not be impossible. And I would like to be judged by my own words in my own voice.
This blog is going to be moving in another direction soon. I've been postponing because I actually fear the reaction and ramifications of potential (and, oh, I make no excuses for the following) monkeyshines. She's still going to lash the way she lashes and I'll still catch the fallout and I'll still be the cast out sibling. Maybe telling my stories without the hindrance of my own fears will be good for me. I do wish Mommy Dearest and my other family members would have the decency and guts to read my stuff without the filter of the Flying Monkey agenda.
Courage comes in unusual packages. I hope I can open mine. We will have to wait and see about the others.
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