Be immaculate with your word

I don’t tend to google myself much these days. Back in the old days, when writing was new and I needed to be validated by others, I would spend hours googling myself, addicted to reading what people said about my books, about me, elevated to clouds of joy when it was good, sunk into depths of painful depression when it was bad.

And then I learned that you cannot please all of the people all of the time, and that other people saying you’re good, or bad, does not mean it is necessarily so, and I stopped googling myself (and sadly, in its place, discovered netaporter, which is far less emotionally draining, but my bank balance is not happy).

Every now and then, I do succumb, and occasionally I stumble upon something that someone has written about me which I cannot help but read.A few days ago, I found myself reading someone’s blog, who had written about how much she hated Jemima J.

I’m going to borrow a couple of sentences from her blog just to give you an idea of the tone…

This book is ass. Have you read it? It’s ass. It’s puke.

Jane Green ought to have just come over to my house and bugged the shit out of me.

And on it continues. I read it, stunned, and upset. And then I switched over to my email account and wrote to her, not because I wanted an apology, and not because I wanted her to feel bad about what she did, but because I wanted her to know that I had read it, and that writing something from the anonymity of your home, your computer, has far more impact than you might assume.

I have been, at times in my life, a horrible gossip. I remember once, a few lifetimes ago, there was a girl I liked tremendously, at University. I heard something about her– I don’t even remember what exactly it was, but I’m fairly certain it involved her sleeping around. I repeated it. Only once. A week later she pulled me aside and very quietly told me she had heard I had said this thing about her, and she explained, very kindly and sweetly, how it made her feel.

I was mortified. There was nothing I could say, but it taught me a valuable lesson – be careful what you say, and of course nowadays,what you write.

My beloved recently gave me a book, The Four Agreements, the first of which is, Be Impeccable With Your Word.

“The word is not just a sound or a written symbol. The word is a force; it is the power you have to express and communicate, to think, and there by to create the events in your life…But like a sword with two edges, your word can create the most beautiful dream, or your word can destroy everything around you.’

I have caused pain with my words, and I am careful now with what I say about others, and with what I write.

Just for the record, I received a gracious and heartfelt letter of apology from the writer of the aforementioned blog. She apologized not because she had to, but because she had written that blog years ago, long before she realized the power of the word.

I’m glad I wrote to her. I’m glad she wrote back. It makes a difference.

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