Elizabeth E George

Ethics of Writing

In Blog, Uncategorized on December 17, 2012 at 1:30 pm

By Elizabeth E. George

I woke-up on that dreaded day a few days ago to a frantic phone call from my mother.  It was 10:30am.

As a writer — and a person trying to become more of a journalist — I ran to my computer, opened the local news page, and wrote, holding back anything but objective thought.

I can do this. They have to know what’s going on,
I thought.

I’ve written news stories before — sensitive ones, ones on 9/11 — but this was different.  I was shaking while typing awful sentences, full of bad adjectives that no one should ever have to write about like this.

I will lose bloggers. I might lose friends. But, they have to know.


The incident hit so close to home, literally. (I was writing from a nearby town and I know people who have lost someone that day.)

But, was I cruel? My friend was reporting, too. The only difference is that he has an official badge. I wasn’t calling him for information, or jumping into my car to join locusts over the shocked and now grieving town. No, I was trying to tell people what was going on. I was numb while writing it all. I don’t think I can do this, I thought.

When I started The INSIDE, I did so with the objective of conveying news, messages, poetry, passion. I never thought of this.
I will take the chance. It isn’t about me — whether people like me for writing about this. I can and will cry later.

And it isn’t about me. It isn’t about fancy words here. It isn’t about tweeting — er, twatting (as one friend puts it) my fame. No, they have to know.

The only thing left for me to say is that yes, I cried — a lot.

I had to ask a friend if he thought I was a locust for reporting about this so early in the event, when much news was still unfolding, and my family not knowing what is happening to their CT relatives.

I kept typing and updating until about 4:30pm, and that is when I knew that they knew.  I was done. I did what I was to do — reported.

I have reporter friends whom I texted and asked “are you okay?” Thank goodness they were.

Thank goodness my family and friends are okay.

My heartfelt condolences.

But that is not enough.


  1. Each and every word of your blog remind me about the horrible event occured in my country. I can understand your feeling. Once again i also pay condolences to those people.

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