The title says it all, sadly.
I don’t have a Silent Sunday masterpiece prepared. Self-doubt and near-crippling writing anxiety have kept me from buckling down this week. I have a few posts in the wings, though, so you won’t be denied my “brilliance” tomorrow. Thank Heavens for that, right?
Lately I’ve been focused on what I’m not.
I’m not good enough for The Good Men Project.
The Huffington Post Canada. (Professionalism aside, I hate those guys. They don’t even respond to pitches, never mind reject them.)
I’ll never be a Traveling Dad and unless I make some major changes, I won’t be a Traveling Mom either.
CBC will never be airing a sitcom based on my “work”.
In short, this is about as good as it’s going to get for me. I’ll never be a writer my daughter can look up to. It’s always been my hope to inspire her to achieve her dreams but I’ve failed miserably in that regard. I have a great life, one that will always be grounded in reality.
But reality isn’t that bad, not in the least.
See you in the lobby, friends.