Self-Censorship
I found a cute little widget at JustSayHi that will rate your blog. I tested it on the few I maintain, as well as some of my friend's. Surprisingly, this little lj was rated higher than my main blog. I rarely write in here, though I've increased my output lately. My other blog has been in operation for five years, with about 1-5 entries per week.
My language?
I used the word 'death' twice.
Now, I don't cuss/curse/swear in general. It's not how I express myself. Many times I've heard people say characters are unrealistic if they don't drop an f-bomb in certain situations. I don't believe this, because there are many times when I've chosen to scream something quite innocent rather than coarse. I find that I use the worst language for small things, when I'm absolutely not paying attention and the word slips past my lips because I don't care.
Thus, it really shouldn't suprise me that I've said more in this blog than my other one. I watch myself over there, because I know friends and family are reading. (And really, I haven't said anything that isn't perfectly innocent over here . . . I believe the worst was one 'crap.') Just, for some reason, I can't believe I haven't said something truly nasty on my blog after five years and a number of entries that I have no will to count. (A friend did made statistics for me once, but they were done several years ago.)
Of course, I also feel vaguely guilty when I write because a great number of my characters are foul-mouthed. (They've got as much free speech as I do . . )
This entry doesn't have a point.
I'm sorry.
My language?
I used the word 'death' twice.
Now, I don't cuss/curse/swear in general. It's not how I express myself. Many times I've heard people say characters are unrealistic if they don't drop an f-bomb in certain situations. I don't believe this, because there are many times when I've chosen to scream something quite innocent rather than coarse. I find that I use the worst language for small things, when I'm absolutely not paying attention and the word slips past my lips because I don't care.
Thus, it really shouldn't suprise me that I've said more in this blog than my other one. I watch myself over there, because I know friends and family are reading. (And really, I haven't said anything that isn't perfectly innocent over here . . . I believe the worst was one 'crap.') Just, for some reason, I can't believe I haven't said something truly nasty on my blog after five years and a number of entries that I have no will to count. (A friend did made statistics for me once, but they were done several years ago.)
Of course, I also feel vaguely guilty when I write because a great number of my characters are foul-mouthed. (They've got as much free speech as I do . . )
This entry doesn't have a point.
I'm sorry.