I did it twice. For the year and two months that I have been blogging, I have censored myself twice in two different posts. It has nothing to do with bad language (there is a time and a place for everything - and I have dropped a few, #**$&%%##!%%^!!, once in a while.) My censoring has to do with content.
Now, I can admit that I have done sexual content before (in good taste). I have also done a little violent content (nothing too gruesome). Yet I have written posts where I had created a story, a full story with each element furthering the plot and explaining something in-depth, only to edit a section out.
My question to everyone today is this. How much of your personal life do you post?
This has been bugging me since two Fridays ago when I posted my “Things still go bump in the night.” I had a section in the beginning that explained why I did not tell anyone about hearing the strange music. It explained why I had the courage to push myself into going up into the scary furnace room and attic that I still have nightmares about even now.
I edited it out. It was not to make the post shorter. That would be too easy an answer and I would just be deluding myself. Yet it also was not because I might have been embarrassed about the section. I’m not embarrassed by it.
But would it have embarrassed other people?
It is possible. And while I usually like put in as much detail as I can into a story, I suppose my evil curses, a.k.a my good-nature and conscience, will not allow me to do this.
Do you believe this is a failing for a person who wants to become a good writer? Do you believe such censoring is a handicap that will cripple a person to the point that they will never push the boundaries of their writing into those places where they must tread to create a telling story? Or do you believe that there is a time and a place for everything?