I was embarrassed to read a blog post lately where an author tore apart the agent that had rejected him. He named names, published private emails between the two of them, pointed out all of the agent’s perceived flaws, and generally went to town. I cringed inside. Of course the agent didn’t look bad…the agent looked astute and wise for passing on Mr. Crazycakes. I never want to have anything to do with that author, seeing as he’s full of venom and can’t control his temper. He might rip out my jugular for looking at him askance, and I tend to look at everybody askance at least once.
Yes, our blogs are our stomping grounds. And yes, perhaps only four people and a buncha bots stop by, but don’t forget that you’re putting your thoughts and words out there forever. Ranting and raving feels really, really good at the time, but ten seconds later you’ll look down to discover that you just shot yourself in the foot. Everybody is wary of a Mr. Crazycakes.