There has been a lot of heated response to my last blog post. Some folks enjoying my bold opinion, others diminishing me to a slop-sweated, faux-badass who should be shut down and disemboweled. And the later were from friends and family. For better or for worse, I never think about the response a blog entry might get. I'm inspired, I write, I post. I reap the rewards or pay the price. I will qualify that the blog is also a medium for entertainment. My posts, heated and not, are done with a sense of irony, dark humor and a wink at the obvious self-indulgence.
I cannot comment any more on the specifics of my June 16th blog (I got a nurturing lesson on how "litigation has nothing to do with seeking the truth" from my very astute lawyer), but I can comment on my process and the impact and responsibility of the blog.
The truth is, if the recent events had happened during my hiatus, it probably would have rolled off my back. But being in the middle of 70-80 hour weeks, sleep-deprived, crushed with deadlines, my back is a mass of knots incapable of letting anything fucking roll. Which coincidentally, brings me head first into my process. I've garnered a reputation of speaking passionately and uncensored. I welcome that responsibility and try to honor it by only writing blogs that trigger a genuine emotional response and a real desire to communicate something. So SutterInk blog has become either informative updates about Sons of Anarchy or, well, rants.
The updates are clearly not the issue.
The rant delivers many things. A raw, visceral point of view, unedited emotions, a deeper view of a personal truth and a strong subjective conclusion. But with the instantaneous reply to an emotional button, you also get the ugly side of the coin -- a false sense of superiority, arrogance, contempt prior to investigation and a level of juvenile passion.
Any one of my blogs will contain both elements.
FYI: In the last three years I've only really regretted one blog post, which I have removed. The rest I stand behind and although I may have remorse about their impact, I wouldn't recant a single word.
So, as in all things in my life, blogging comes down to finding balance. The right mix of passion and responsibility. Ying and yang. Hero and douche-bag. Too much unedited passion makes me a Limbaugh-esque blowhard, too much responsibility makes me... fucking boring.
Here's a promise to myself and anyone else who gives a shit. I promise to be open to learning from my mistakes, to listen to the advice and comments of those who know more than I do, and to try each day to be a little bit less of a dick.
I cannot comment any more on the specifics of my June 16th blog (I got a nurturing lesson on how "litigation has nothing to do with seeking the truth" from my very astute lawyer), but I can comment on my process and the impact and responsibility of the blog.
The truth is, if the recent events had happened during my hiatus, it probably would have rolled off my back. But being in the middle of 70-80 hour weeks, sleep-deprived, crushed with deadlines, my back is a mass of knots incapable of letting anything fucking roll. Which coincidentally, brings me head first into my process. I've garnered a reputation of speaking passionately and uncensored. I welcome that responsibility and try to honor it by only writing blogs that trigger a genuine emotional response and a real desire to communicate something. So SutterInk blog has become either informative updates about Sons of Anarchy or, well, rants.
The updates are clearly not the issue.
The rant delivers many things. A raw, visceral point of view, unedited emotions, a deeper view of a personal truth and a strong subjective conclusion. But with the instantaneous reply to an emotional button, you also get the ugly side of the coin -- a false sense of superiority, arrogance, contempt prior to investigation and a level of juvenile passion.
Any one of my blogs will contain both elements.
FYI: In the last three years I've only really regretted one blog post, which I have removed. The rest I stand behind and although I may have remorse about their impact, I wouldn't recant a single word.
So, as in all things in my life, blogging comes down to finding balance. The right mix of passion and responsibility. Ying and yang. Hero and douche-bag. Too much unedited passion makes me a Limbaugh-esque blowhard, too much responsibility makes me... fucking boring.
Here's a promise to myself and anyone else who gives a shit. I promise to be open to learning from my mistakes, to listen to the advice and comments of those who know more than I do, and to try each day to be a little bit less of a dick.
