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William "Woody" Faulk's avatar

I have always appreciated "what you are doing" (writing stories that lead me to reflect, remember, and think which often produces an occasional tear, a smile or an "out loud" laugh often in a place where decorum is called for) instead of "what they are not doing" (your critics, who most likely, if ever, bring anything positive to anyone anywhere at any time). I also share your observations and musings with many others, so there is exponential benefit that your writing has it pings around the corners of the internet. You are "the man in the arena" so write more and read your messages less . . . all the while enjoying the personal satisfaction of a job, well done . . . very well done.

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Lander Bethel's avatar

Yes sir, you are right, Mr. Dietrich. Haters gonna hate; Lovers gonna love. I've had my share of haters - and I don't even put myself out there with a daily blog/column/essay. They often remind me of the voices of the critics I hear when I wake up at 2:30 or 3:00, when one of the dogs has decided she didn't really take care of all of her business before we went to bed, and she can't wait a minute longer. Falling back between the sheets and not quite being able to go back to sleep is when those voices are the most persistent. It's how the haters get into your head. As much as anything, those voices sound like others, but they're probably the voice of the inner critic that's the hardest to shut off. That's the voice in my own head that says, "You're not worth it. You're not any good. Why'd you try to do anything anyway?" The haters sink their teeth into our own doubts. I call them basement people. They're the ones who are always calling out from the dark with bad messages. But I believe there are also balcony people. They're the ones leaning over the railing, cheering you on, encouraging you to make it to the finish line. They're not even necessarily living. Your granny who made the best biscuits n' gravy. Prob'ly your daddy, too, leaning his skinny frame over the banister, tapping his toe to Hank Williams, and saying, "I'm proud of you, son." I bet you've got more balcony people than you know. You're doing good. Doesn't have to be perfect. Maybe some of those haters will even find out they have one or two folks in their balcony, too. You're doing fine.

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