After just over two years of proper blogging, today I received my first unpleasant email from, quite unbelievably, someone who is subscribed to Write for Your Life.
Perhaps more believably, it was following my post about Apple. Some people really don’t like Apple, what with their shiny products and their sexy straplines. I don’t really get it myself. In fact, I don’t really understand anyone getting so worked up about one company at all, unless what they do is rather ghastly or unethical.
Calm down people. Look in a different direction. No one will mind.
Anyway, this email, which for the record was an ill-punctuated enquiry about ‘just how much Apple dick’ I like to partake in, provides a lovely bookend of misguided abuse. Because in my very first post, when I told my fellow scribblers to abandon their muses, I received a comment that suggested, quite forcefully, that my words were ‘harmful to writers’. Which is nice.
But where then the rather unkind tone made me feel silly for daring to post my thoughts on a subject I’ve spent years learning and plying my trade in, now it feels rather celebratory.
Some people like to complain. Some people like to converse. Some people. Some people.
