My friend knows this too, and she’s working on it. In the long-term, there is no other option. In short, yes, I know we have a responsibility to keep going and ignore these kinds of things. I know what you’re thinking: How can one negative comment cause someone to stop doing the work they believe in? When something like that happens, shouldn’t we just suck it up and go on? Thanks for all you’ve given us, but it’s over now. The world lost the ideas and input of a great writer. Unfortunately for all of the rest of us who read the site, she took it so personally that she stopped writing. It was a personal attack that failed to contribute anything of value. She was used to disagreements and the occasional snarky person – that’s part of the job – but this comment went further. I’m not talking about constructive criticism or merely a disagreement. But what really caused her to stop writing was one highly-negative comment an anonymous reader sent in.
Yes, she had some personal things going on, and yes, the day job got busy for a while. That’s when she tells me the whole story. We drank beer and talked about life, business, and our mutual friends.īut the whole time I was wondering – what happened with the blog? Nine months later, I was in her city and successfully tracked her down. I thought those would have been acceptable answers from some people - but coming from her, I wondered if there was another story. “I’m taking a break for a while,” she said at first, and then a couple of weeks later, she said she needed to spend more time on paid work. Naturally, I wondered, “Why? What happened?”Īfter she missed another few posting deadlines, I wrote her to ask what was going on. Then, after a few months of steady content, one day she stopped writing. In fact, when I read almost any of her writing, I thought it was better than most of mine. The posts were crisp, funny, and helpful at the same time. When I first read her writing, I knew she was going places. The blog in question started at almost the same time as The Art of Nonconformity. I was sitting in a bar in Washington, D.C., listening to another writer talk about the untimely demise of her blog.
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