Oi, I just spent the last day and a half putting together a pitch for the next article I am writing.
It should not take that long! But it's a pretty prestigious magazine that I am approaching and that messed with my mind. Somehow I lost confidence in my ability to write, and subsequently, I lost the ability to write. You should have seen the garbage I was churning out. Blech.
I trashed the works, gave myself a smack up the side of the head and started over. It's much better now. It'll be a while before I can tell you anything more though, as they have a reply time of six to eight weeks.
The Resident Offspring and I had dinner with my niece last night. She's a great kid and I hope her plans for job chasing pan out. She's got a new tattoo which reminds me of the Radiohead bear, so naturally I approve.
The Spousal Unit just arrived home from a week in Phoenix, and we've got lots of catching up to do before I head off to the hot spot destination of Red Deer, Alberta tomorrow for a weekend with the Marthas. Ships that pass in the night, we are. It's been a nutty week - out every night - so I am cooking my honey a real supper tonight and then falling asleep while watching Survivor.