Today was good, or maybe it was because I was so busy I didn't have time to be self-conscious and weird. (I usually have too much time on my hands to be both!) I really, really want to pitch a story but feel I might be biting off more than I can chew. Maybe if I just do a lot of work in December?
Actually, in my experience, December is a slow month. January speeds along, though. Good luck to me!
I did read the absolute worst essay I have ever seen in professional circulation. It was called "Rhapsody in Green" and it was gaggy. Trying too hard, a theme that didn't work and seemed woefully affected. Gack!
My NY Times piece is coming out soon! Eeeep!