Sunday was hard.
I’ve been part of a writing community that explores the use of A.I. in the writing world. It intrigued me, even though I was hesitant. I’ve been burned before—forums that start with friendly chatter and end in weird, predatory energy. The last time I tried to connect on NaNoWriMo’s boards, a seemingly normal writing chat took a dark turn. I left quietly. Not long after, the forums were shut down.
So this time, I stepped in slowly. The community was mostly men, at least judging by the usernames, but there were women, too—engaged, thoughtful ones. I thought, Maybe this space will be different. Maybe it’ll be safe.
And maybe it is. I don’t know. Because I left.
Here’s what happened: I got the community’s weekly roundup email. The top post of the week caught my eye, so I clicked through.
It was a full copy-paste of a Story Grid article by Tim Grahl. No link. No commentary. Just: “Here’s a good post I saved for the community.”
My stomach dropped.
For those unfamiliar, Story Grid is a respected resource. It’s also a business. Yes, they offer free content, but they also sell courses and books. Copying an article wholesale, without a link or permission, doesn’t just violate copyright—it erodes trust in the writing ecosystem.
We’re writers. We live and die by the integrity of our words. We should be the first to recognize when someone else’s work is being mishandled.
I waited. Maybe someone would say something. A moderator, perhaps.
No one did.
And neither did I.
I hovered over the report button. But the dropdown options didn’t really apply. I considered leaving a comment but felt a familiar sense of dread: What if I speak up and become a target?
I chickened out. Or I protected myself. It depends on how you look at it.
Here’s why I didn’t speak up:
- I’ve seen what happens to women who confront unethical behavior online. I’ve lived it. And I didn’t have the energy to fight that battle.
- The reporting system didn’t support what I needed to say.
- I doubted myself. Am I overreacting?
- I hate confrontation. My cousin thinks arguing is fun. I find it anxiety-inducing. I’ve learned to disengage to protect my peace.
- I wasn’t sure it would make a difference. Would I change minds? Or just make myself miserable?
After a long walk and a lot of reflection, I left the community.
I’m still not sure I made the right call. I feel sad. I wanted that space to be a place I could learn, connect, and grow. But I couldn’t stay quiet and also feel okay staying. And I wasn’t ready to make noise.
Maybe next time, I’ll be braver. Maybe next time, I’ll speak up.
But for now, I’m letting myself mourn a little. And that’s okay, too.


