I’ve Got A Troll. And I’m Embarrassed By My Reaction To His Cruelty
A brutal critic hounded me. But I learned a valuable lesson.

At first, I thought it was a joke.
A light-hearted remark about my writing. ‘It could do with a little improvement’. But then the comments got stronger. And more frequent. Then the realization dawned. I’ve got my own troll. I’m officially an internet celebrity.
But then I got curious. Who is this guy? So I checked him out.
He has 66 followers. And hasn’t written anything. He has a reading list of 9 pieces of ‘bad writing’. And 3 are mine! Oddly he includes my best-ever performer as bad (8,500 views and 303 comments!). I guess I should feel honored. Mr Troll only follows 6 people. And I’m one of them. It makes me laugh his critical comments earn me money.
But then things dramatically changed.
Instead of the usual single comment, I got 5 strong insults on one post.
Your writing is crap
Your writing doesn’t make sense
Who on Earth has dubbed your output “high quality”?
The only thing you can teach is how to be a terrible writer
Good writing is key and I’ve yet to see you meet that standard in any of your posts
I snapped.
With the anger pulsing through my fingers, I pounded the keys. Preparing to launch my own nuclear response:
You pathetic creature. You haven’t written anything except vile comments. I’ve helped loads of writers. What have you contributed to this world? All you do is try to destroy people with your snide remarks. But no one is listening. I’m going to keep writing. And inspire others to believe in themselves. So why don’t you crawl back under your rock and leave the internet a better place?
A dark smile passed across my face. Revenge was a sweet taste in my mouth. Then in a moment of rare wisdom.
I deleted my shameful response.
Where did that come from?
Why would I allow a stranger to rent a room in my head?
Feelings are faster than logic. My head knows it doesn’t matter what he thinks. But something deep inside me was triggered. My reactions exploded before my rational mind had hit first gear.
Fortunately for me. My rant took long enough to write, it gave my wiser self time to catch up. The mature me grabbed the steering wheel before my inner child could hit publish. The truth is we all have wounds. These are painful if touched. It’s why we hurt those close to us with our sharp words and selfish reactions.
It’s easier to blame someone else for our reaction. But when something dark comes out of us. It’s because it was there in the first place. Criticism doesn’t put negativity in us. It draws out what we’ve hidden. Insecurity. Self-doubt. A need to prove ourselves.
I’ve been stunned by my writing achievements over the last 6 months:
- gained 6000 followers
- grown a 1400-strong newsletter
- made $2000 in 2 weeks from my course
But Mr Troll taught me something profound.
Your achievements won’t heal your wounds. They only mask them.
Let’s offer Mr Troll some kindness
Everyone has a reason for their actions.
In leading a charity with 100+ volunteers. I’ve handled plenty of difficult people. And they always have a story. Of something that’s happened to them. Hurt people hurt people. We all have a history that influences our behaviour.
I remember a challenging colleague in my first job. She made my life a misery. I didn’t last long there. Decades later I’d forgotten the experience. Until my new manager had the same name. A wave of insecurity and fear overwhelmed me for a moment. But I told myself this was a different person. And I calmed down.
But most of the time we’re unaware our past is shaping our response. Maybe Mr Troll has been treated terribly in life. Maybe no one has shown him how to be kind. Or the value of encouraging others. Maybe the moment he brings others down is the only time he feels good about himself.
How bad must life be that follow a writer you don’t like. So you can leave vile comments? I feel pity not angry for Mr Troll.
And what about me?
If 6000 people follow me but 1 guy doesn’t like my writing. I should be happy with that. So why did I react so strongly? I’ll need to do a bit more digging to answer that one.
Remember it’s not the critic who counts. The credit belongs to the one who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust, sweat and blood. (Theodore Roosevelt)
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