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?<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
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?<\/p>\n
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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, … Continue reading