I just returned from a lurch with the dog. The icy sidewalks made me feel so old that when I lurched passed the neighborhood church and saw a funeral it looked good. By that I mean I thought to myself, “How nice to lie quietly in a casket while others murmur nice things about me.” I’ve always liked the idea that funerals interrupt peoples’ schedules. I don’t like when families put them off to be more convenient. If you can’t inconvenience your loved ones when you die, when can you?

But back to my lurch. Despite intense concentration on the sidewalk, the lurch allowed me to ponder my status as a freelance writer and what I am writing. Because I am me, I focused on what I didn’t do well instead of my flashes of brilliance. Got me thinking about what I really should be writing.

My Christmas letter has gained notoriety because it is the anti-Christmas letter. Perhaps my blog should be the anti-freelance writer blog. I have lots of material.

• There was the time I went to a networking lunch and ended up sitting next to someone who had a brain injury. After several minutes of my best networking she confessed that she had no short term memory.
• Then there was the project where I spend nearly half a lifetime trying to format a newsletter that my spouse thought resembled a ransom note when I was done.
• How about when I got a job proofreading a manuscript. When I was done, the author emailed the publisher a diatribe, listing all the shortcomings of my work. She summed things up: “At this point, I would be embarrassed to show it to my friends.”

Okay, that’s enough to get my blog started in the right direction. Here is where I will dump it all, all the mistakes and miscues, my brain detours. Maybe there’s a market for them?