One of the problems we have today with pre-teens’ and mini-teens’ ability to blog and spill their innermost thoughts onto the growing menagerie of creative writing sites is that, although they understand the mechanics of the cyber world insurmountably better than do the older generations, they do not have the life-experience to countenance the wider repercussions of sharing their angst and critical incidents with the seemingly innocuous screen before them.
This screen may seem fully within their control, whether on a desk, lap, or in their hand, but it is not.
They may click all the right controls on social networks to ensure limited privacy, but events and consequent legislation are quickly eroding the efficacy of such prudence.
The tales of woe and tragedy published (note that word) on sites may perhaps be cathartic, therapeutic, cautionary, or a genuine effort to hone their skills as writers; but those who read may not be doing so for esoteric reasons. They may not be appreciating the lessons to be learned or the skill of the writer and the impact of the story.
They may be predators, who can then set up their very own sites, inviting young writers to share their terrible traumae either for vicarious pleasure or as a prelude to grooming.
Be warned, young writers. A predator can pretend to be any age, and put up anyone’s picture as an avatar.
Cyberworld is the biggest ‘baddest’ forest you can imagine, full of lions, tigers and bears, none of which are in the least cuddly or endangered. The careful road to follow is not yellow, it is the colour of wariness.