There’s a fine line between passionate persuasion and outright anger. In the blogosphere, we often cross that line with ease. There’s no censor. There’s precious little moderation. I know, in this realm, I’m far from the angriest of writers who write about autism and neurodiversity.
Lately, however, I’ve been doing a lot more professional writing. Seeking a wider, more diverse audience requires a moderation of tone. Luckily for me, I have a co-writer on some of my projects who doesn’t hesitate to tell me when I’m writing from an angry place. He’s even gone so far as to say that I don’t sound like me when I’m angry.
There’s part of me that wants to stubbornly cling to my anger. I feel as if I have a right to be angry. Considering some of the injustices we’ve faced, I’d even go so far as to say I’d earned it. But that’s not even the point. Whether I have a right to or not, I am angry.
But, when it comes to my writing and what I’m trying to accomplish, my anger doesn’t really do much good.
Then again, there are times when anger has its place. Those pieces are shorter and for a more select audience (which is part of the reason it works so much better on a blog). It just takes knowing when and where to unleash it and when and where to keep working at it until I can produce the content I want with a moderate tone.
The fight for justice will not be won with anger alone, but anger does have its place. You just can’t get stuck there.