A Series of Unfortunate Events (migraine, fund-raising obligations for a non-profit, weltschmerz) have conspired against me this week, but there are two subjects I'm eager to write about, and I hope to devote some time to them this weekend. One is the continuation of my encounter with the man from New York, and the other is a little bit of personal backstory--specifically, what I learned from my parents about sex.But for now, I want to say thank you in the most heartfelt way to the people who have read and commented or emailed or otherwise reached out to open that two-way street. I mentioned in the opening post of this blog that writing is something I struggle with. But it's been bearable lately, even fun, and that is due in no small part to the positive feedback I've received. As I explained to my friend C-Lo, I still can't stand my own writing, but now I'm willing to entertain the possibility that my writing doesn't necessarily suck; I'm simply incapable of assessing it rationally.
I think I just said that admitting I'm insane makes it easier for me to write. But hey--whatever works.
So! To sum up, thanks, and I'll update soon. Meanwhile, take a look at some of the fine blogs I've linked to over there on the sidebar ::pointing right-wards::, and enjoy.
Image credit: T-shirt graphic "Inspired by Nina Simone's Feeling Good" by artist Kristen Stein
1 comments:
It's always hard to know when your writing sucks.
After all...it's really just a matter of semantics.
I recently wrote what I felt was some fine copy for an ad.
It was rejected with extreme prejudice.
My "Boss" told me that I think too much like an artist and not like a business man.
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