Saying the Write Things

Anyone who knows me knows that I have some pretty solid opinions on many different things. I also happen to have a fear of being ostracized for them, and thusly I reign in my thoughts and restrain them, because I might offend someone.

And we can't have that. Heaven forbid someone might be offended.

But I have decided enough is enough. We live in a dark world, and as a Christian, I am called to be the light. What exactly is stopping me from doing that? I'm not sure. I've already gone against the societal grain in many ways, I was home-schooled all my life, I didn't date in high-school, and I just recently released my second book. (Which happens to be a look into the possibilities for the future of America-dystopian, disturbing-written to be thought-provoking.)

Clearly, I am a follower.

This ends now. I will no longer say the "right" things. I will say the Write things, I will write the things that are RIGHT for me to say because *they* are RIGHT.

This blog will join the above list of crimes against similarity. I am no longer allowing myself to be sucked into the lemming frame of mind. From here on out, I commit to being bold, to speaking my mind, to sharing the TRUTH, no matter how unpopular and unpalatable it may be.

Your new warrior for Truth,

Shannon

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