Nothing to see here

There have been many moments in my life when I have to haud my wheesht/hold my tongue/bite the bullet and just not say a word.

It’s very difficult to do because I have all these witty retaliations bouncing around in my head (usually hours after the conversation has finished) but I know the minute I open wide to say something, a huge big truck of ‘oh no you don’t’ sidles on up and waits patiently for my big size 5’s to stamp down on the tarmac so it can run them over with one of its huge wheels. There are many things happening in the literary world that I just can’t get my head around, that just don’t make sense or that have made my petted lip come out as I stamp my feet muttering ‘it’s not fair’ to myself.

In true Great Big Jar style I comply with the rules and I chew back the burst of wit and needless sarcasm that threatens to destroy any chance in the literary world in one breath. It’s not because I don’t have the gumption to say what I feel, on the contrary, I just understand that anything you write down in this social media mad world we live in will always come back to get you.

I’m just annoyed. I’m cross at the injustice of it all and frustrated at the world. Freedom of speech and all that. But not really. I need to watch what I say and how I say it. The media these days can conveniently find all sorts of things about someone if they want to. Maybe I’m being paranoid but I need to be aware of it all. Are you?

What am I cross about? Well, that would be telling now wouldn’t it.

I have said my piece. Sort of.

I feel better now. Thanks for listening.