One of the more difficult aspects of this sort of blogging, I’m discovering, is the autobiographical nature of what you’re doing.
In conventional autobiography there’s a decent chance that many of the subjects you’ll be writing about will be safely dead by the time the book comes out. Or that you will.
For me this is a powerful element in writing for a blog. It makes me examine the stuff I write because I don’t want to make false statements about anyone, and I want to be completely honest in my assessment. So what can I do when my assessment may be perceived to be … unkind?
James Miller, editor of the local paper, intensely dislikes theatre reviews in small towns and doesn’t publish them if he can help it. He feels, and I tend to agree, that critique is rarely honest when the writer can get cold-shouldered out of the community, or when the impact of writing something negative may cost the subject of the critique work or community standing.
Theatre is a fairly tight community, if not in the Okanagan then more specifically here in town. If I unfairly criticize someone, then I run the risk of losing work myself, or for other people, and of alienating people in my community.
So interestingly, when I’m viewing my life as a bloggable subject, it makes me more self-aware in my relationships. I want to be as open, fair, and honest as possible with people.
Which is why it’s been difficult to write about “Tartuffe.” Though I’m working on it. Don’t get me wrong, it’s turning out to be a fine production, I feel. But the process of getting there has been a bit … fraught, and I’m still working on how to treat what I’ll eventually write about it.
In the meantime, why not pop over to my acting blog, where I’ve been trying to sum up what’s been happening in that sphere of my life?