While I was in Vegas this week, I entertained the thought of giving up this blog, bailing on writing (but not my day job as an editor), and trying to find another pursuit/outlet.
Then two things happened. First, one of my best friends wrote out of the blue to tell me that my blog “keeps things interesting for me and expands my horizons.” Then, Roger Ebert wrote this post about his childhood home.
It doesn’t exactly work (although it has some beautiful evocations of what seems to be a very specifically American life), but its failure made me more forgiving of my own ineptitude. After all, if a lifetime reporter/critic/writer like Mr. Ebert struggles to make something like this work, then I shouldn’t feel so bad about my own shortcomings.
So you’re stuck with me, is what I’m saying. Thanks for reading.
Good – life would be less entertaining without this.
Thanks for writing! I would be sad if VM went by the wayside.