in all the writing i’ve done, i’ve never taken something back, or taken something down (now that i post most of what i write on the internets). but i just did.

my dad was not so happy with what i wrote (or what i shared). i think its weird because i warned him. and i think (thought) i made it clear that it was fiction. i mean i never met these people and don’t even know most of their names or who was married to who or who was who’s parent. i wonder if that’s what is the most upsetting – the fact that i have to create fiction because i don’t know the truth.

the interesting part for me is that we talked about this a lot in my class last night and while i was fading fast (7-10pm is just an ungodly hour at which to be expected to take much in) i did walk away thinking that i had taken a couple of facts (diabetes, living in the same city as her grandchild) and imagined a full character. maybe i shouldn’t have used real names (or nicknames that weren’t the reality but could have been?). whatever. maybe this is just another reason i should stick with pure memoir…

i knew i had written something that could be controversial…i took a risk. i have retracted my risk. after we discuss it further in my class next week (the writing and the consequences), maybe i’ll repost an edited version.  in the mean time…i’ll stick to what i know…celebrity gossip.