Author’s Safety. I Got My First Piece Of Author’ s Hate Mail Today.
I received my first piece of author’ s hate mail today. I guess I have finally, fully arrived as a writer.
I got it from someone who obviously haven’t read a single one of my books and is experiencing hatred for reasons of their own creation.
I’m not a psychiatrist. I can’t do anything about people’s baseless reason for hate. They have to look within their own soul and find the reason.
I want to thanks the Muses’ Port for thinking early on of my safety. Caring about my well-being from the beginning. In an age where I think authors are encouraged to make known far too much vital information known about themselves as if we live in a perfect world.
If we lived in a world where people won’t hurt you about many different things then it would be alright to tell all your business on a book cover or blog: Things like: Where you live. How many children you have? What’s your spouse’s name? What are your pet’s name? Where you work…in short of delivering everything short of a DNA sample. I presume that isn’t far behind.
For the average author putting out this much information; it can be dangerous. You aren’t raking in Stephen King or J.K. Rowling’s kind of money. Enough so that you can hire private security. When you make enough to hire private security that is ample enough time to reveal all that.
I don’t feel the author’s well-being isn’t a top priority when they are encouraged to list everything about themselves. List private things as if there aren’t people out there will won’t do an author harm. Because there are and we writers can’t do as the author did in Cloud Atlas and not go to jail.
A few months ago an obvious racist woman informed me she won’t be reviewing my one of my books because she didn’t know if I was black or white. I didn’t asked her for a review. My publisher did. But she tracked me down. When she contacted me I kindly replied and I asked her, “What difference does it makes?”
She gave me some ridiculous reply about helping minority writers when we both know in her true agenda she had no intention of helping any author: Whether they were Black, white, brown, yellow, red. Even if blue, or green people; shall they existed she wasn’t going to help them.
Those who have seen me in person didn’t seemed to care about the superficial things listed in the hate letter. Those who have seen me face to face were more interested in what the characters were doing or were going to do next. Frankly, I think if they could’ve had the characters up there presenting themselves without me. I could’ve stayed at home for all they cared.
This is the post they were referring to:
Why this post upset them unto the point of prompting them to write such despicable letter? I have no idea.
What book were they referring to? I have no idea.
In recent years, last ten years, hate has been openly surfacing much more the prior years. Meaning it was buried beneath the surface all along.