That’s what my mother taught me and for the most part I
stick to it.
Unless you cross me. If you piss me off, I’m like a bear
with a sore tooth. And maybe a hangover to boot. Who is nevertheless extremely
articulate. In this frame of mind, my husband describes me as ‘dangerous’. I’m
relentless. I cannot be stopped. At least, it hasn’t happened yet.
When my husband is the unfortunate object of such ire, he
says he’s left with the feeling that he definitely lost the battle, but in a
dazed and bewildered way, he’s not precisely sure how. I don’t swear when I’m angry. I use a lot of big words. That,
he says, is the scariest thing about it. He knows I’m angry but he doesn’t
understand a damn word I’ve just said.
If you have read my Twitter profile, you already know this a
little bit. If you haven’t read my Twitter profile, you probably should…
I’m not currently that pissed off. I’m just a little…irked,
if you will.
I had a blog post all planned for today. And this isn’t it.
Because someone…irked me.
Two days ago I posted Worldbuilding 101 as Taught by Robert Jordan. One of my Triberr tribemates tweeted it out and one of his
followers sent this tweet.
Duh.
Well. That was articulate.
I wasn’t entirely sure how to take that tweet. Was he saying
my entire post was ‘Duh’? If so, clearly I didn’t agree or I wouldn’t have
posted it. Was he saying a particular part of my post was ‘Duh’, in which case,
more information please. Or was there something else I had completely missed?
So I asked.
The response I got was something along the lines of ‘The
details will vary depending on the impression you are trying to convey’.
Well I would have thought that went without saying. For
those of you who read the post on worldbuilding, you’ll know that I did not
dictate what details should be used in worldbuilding, only what details you
might consider determining in order to fully realise the world. I gave
examples. I suggested sources of inspiration. But how you build your world is
ultimately up to you. I don’t want to build it for you. Frankly, you couldn’t
pay me to build it for you. I have enough of my own that need building.
I said something to the effect that I had not purported to
tell people what details to use in their worlds.
Before even receiving that response, this person then
tweeted some actions which were clearly recognisable as the angry habits of
Nynaeve from Robert Jordan’s Wheel of Time. If you’re a fan, you’ll know them;
the smoothing of skirts, the yanking of the braid. I was even more confused.
This seemed to be an example of characterisation and I didn’t see the
connection with worldbuilding. I said as much.
To which the reply was ‘Believe me, I sincerely regret ever
saying anything. It was a good post but it’s sad that it needs to be said’.
It is? Really? So… writers should spring from the womb fully
cognisant of the finer points of worldbuilding? I really must make my
18-month old daughter do all the worldbuilding in future so I can get on with
the actual writing.
I, politely I thought, said that it would have been helpful
had he given that response in the first instance instead of ‘Duh’ (as obviously
it is far more informative) and that I didn’t consider it to be sad that it had
to be said. New writers don’t know everything. In fact, now that I think of it,
no one knows everything.
Recently I took a workshop on worldbuilding which
covered the finer points of slang, profanity and other invented words. This
despite twenty years of writing. It taught me things that perhaps I
subconsciously knew but consciously studying it helped me to use it more
effectively.
Before receiving my polite response, this person then
tweeted to me ‘I understand you’re boring, you’re a lawyer, but why bother
writing?’
Whoa. You’ve spoken to me for maybe 5 minutes or a total of
1400 characters (assuming you used all your allotted 140 characters per tweet,
which you didn’t) and out of that you:
- Presume to know me well enough to make a judgement call
about who I am;
- Presume that this entitles you to insult me to my face; and
- Stereotype lawyers (and possibly I’m the only one you’ve ever met socially).
Just wow.
To be honest, I was more offended by the fact this person
felt they had a right to insult me than by the actual insult. I’ve been called
boring plenty of times before, usually by people who didn’t know me very well
and whom, once they got to know me, fervently wished they still thought I was
boring. These are the people who describe me as ‘Interesting’. There’s a
pregnant pause before that word and a certain inflection when spoken. Visually
I can best represent it like this ‘She’s….in-ter-resting.’ This broadly
translates as ‘stark raving mad’ or ‘totally crackers’. So yeah, I’m not really
insulted by boring. It’s probably safer for his sanity to think that.
If you think all this is bad enough – but wait, there’s
more!
Not only did I discover that this person attacked another
Twitter friend of mine last week (for unacceptable religious and racial
reasons, notwithstanding his assumption was completely erroneous) but when
several of my loyal Twitter friends leaped to my defence, he insulted one of
them too. My Tweep declared ‘You may have been gifted with the knowledge at
birth, but others have not. These blogs are for them.’ To which this person
replied ‘No, it’s called having a functioning brain cell, you freak.’
Really? At this point in time I’m inclined to believe this
person doesn’t have any functioning brain cells.
My husband suggested it was penis envy. You know, where guys
behave like dicks to compensate for *ahem*. Except it’s not that his penis is
smaller than mine (obviously, I don’t have one) but his following. He has 26
followers. I have, as of this week, around 5000 (and I am grateful to every
single one of you! *mwah!*). My husband might be right. Or, you know, the guy might not
have any functioning brain cells.
What is even more hilarious is his Twitter profile, which
reads ‘Enlightened Being’ and his website which reads 'profoundly insightful, infinitely wise and painfully humble'. Really? Did I blink cause I seem to have missed that.
I am embarrassed that this person touts themselves as an
epic fantasy writer. Mortified that I share any kind of category with such an
intolerant, bigoted, entitled, patronising, egotistical maniac. I'm not sure if this behaviour technically meets the online slang definition of 'troll', but the behaviour was about as uncivilised as that of trolls who populate fantasy worlds.
I don’t understand why people feel the need to behave like
this. If you don’t like the post, don’t read it. If you don’t like me, don’t
talk to me. You can avoid so much angst by just ignoring the things that bug
you. It’s not like he thought I was misleading writers or distributing false
information! There is no reason to start a pointless, baseless argument and
insult someone over something so minor. This kind of behaviour probably
accounts for why he only has 26 followers instead of, say, 500 (based on
his ratio of tweets to mine – 2000 tweets, he’s not new to Twitter by any
means).
As my mother said, if you don’t have something nice to say,
don’t say anything at all. It’s called manners, people. Courtesy. It exists for
a reason. It’s the grease in the gears of society.
I terminated the conversation after I was insulted. I had a
lot of things I wanted to say, but I am here to market myself and my books and
it’s very easy for a 140 character tweet to be taken out of context or
misunderstood and damage one’s reputation. Really he just wasn’t worth it.
So I’m saying it here, where I have plenty of room to say it
how it is.
Cause, you know – somebody has to say it!
