In the past week I've had two accolades that have, quite frankly, made my day. The first came from an editor who confirmed that she wanted me to become a weekly columnist for her magazine . . . like, a regular contributor, a real Jim-Dandy . . . and paid at that! (Not much pay, but I can buy a jar of peanut butter now and then.)
The second accolade came from yet another editor at a literary magazine who, after rejecting my work in usual pattern, at last wrote back to tell me: "I always look forward to your submissions. You are one of the most interesting and wide-ranging writers I've never met. Keep sending! I'm a fan, but just can't squeeze your humor in this time."
OK.
So . . . I'm interesting and wide-ranging, but what does that get me but some feel-good topping to a very busy week? Still, when all is said and done, I'd rather write for a readership than I would write for an editor who thinks I'm interesting and decent and moral and kind and thrifty and clean.
In truth, I'm none of the latter (though I might be moral and thrifty) . . .but I never wash my socks . . . so decent and clean? Well . . . .
It is a fine thing, though, to have regular assignments as a writer. A monthly column. Now a weekly column. A daily blog. It all keeps one rather busy and well-rehearsed while writing on the big stuff. And there's always big projects, too.
Thanks to Nick and Amy for making me week, though. I hope I don't let you down and inadvertently send in my recipe book that reveals how I mix my cans of Chef Boy-R-Dee, or how I can take an ordinary wedge of cheese with, say, mold two-inches deep and turn it into a bitchin' cheese pasta. I hope I don't accidentally send in the romantic letters I've been writing to my wife for three decades (and which she never reads) mistaking them for some type of romantic novel. And I hope you don't read my blogs.
I'd like to keep my writing jobs intact. God knows I need the outlet. It's been months now since I sold a longer manuscript, and I'm getting backed up.
The second accolade came from yet another editor at a literary magazine who, after rejecting my work in usual pattern, at last wrote back to tell me: "I always look forward to your submissions. You are one of the most interesting and wide-ranging writers I've never met. Keep sending! I'm a fan, but just can't squeeze your humor in this time."
OK.
So . . . I'm interesting and wide-ranging, but what does that get me but some feel-good topping to a very busy week? Still, when all is said and done, I'd rather write for a readership than I would write for an editor who thinks I'm interesting and decent and moral and kind and thrifty and clean.
In truth, I'm none of the latter (though I might be moral and thrifty) . . .but I never wash my socks . . . so decent and clean? Well . . . .
It is a fine thing, though, to have regular assignments as a writer. A monthly column. Now a weekly column. A daily blog. It all keeps one rather busy and well-rehearsed while writing on the big stuff. And there's always big projects, too.
Thanks to Nick and Amy for making me week, though. I hope I don't let you down and inadvertently send in my recipe book that reveals how I mix my cans of Chef Boy-R-Dee, or how I can take an ordinary wedge of cheese with, say, mold two-inches deep and turn it into a bitchin' cheese pasta. I hope I don't accidentally send in the romantic letters I've been writing to my wife for three decades (and which she never reads) mistaking them for some type of romantic novel. And I hope you don't read my blogs.
I'd like to keep my writing jobs intact. God knows I need the outlet. It's been months now since I sold a longer manuscript, and I'm getting backed up.
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