I was working on a couple of my new books last night when fear attacked me. It said, “Will I offend someone? Can’t I write anymore?”
I smiled, cocked my head, and I chalked this up to another piece of information. The spirit of offense wants me to be silent.
You see, I received an explosion from an offended group a few days ago. I thought they were close friends and I had no idea what I’d written would offend them. Continue reading WILL I OFFEND SOMEONE? CAN’T I WRITE ANYMORE?