So here I am. Back again.
In July it seemed like there was this big wall standing
between me and moving forward, but now I’m over it. I’m not even sure why,
but I’m not questioning it. Maybe I should credit this achievement to the one certifiable
superpower I possess: the ability to endure prolonged periods of crappiness with my
sense of humor more or less intact.
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| I'm the guy at the far right. Still thinking about it. |
No, that’s not quite true. I have two superpowers. I can also
write a kick-ass cover letter. Doesn’t
do me much good these days as a stay-at-home mom, but back when I was job
hunting it was a very handy skill.
See, the trick with cover-letter writing is to not sound like an
idiot.
No, actually the real trick is to not BE an idiot and somehow
convey that on paper.
By the way, are we going to have to do away with the phrase “on
paper [such-and-such] looks good.” Because nobody puts things on paper anymore,
do they? “On screen” doesn’t work as a suitable substitute somehow.
Nah, I think “on paper” is a keeper. There are lots of those
kinds of expressions still hanging around, seemingly unaware that they don’t
apply to modern life. Like, for example,“That’s a tough row to hoe.” I’ve personally never
hoed an actual row, but I imagine some are tougher than others to get through
and besides, people get what you mean, and there’s no simpler way to say it.
OK, so let’s re-route this digression back onto the interstate where
I started.
I seem to be over my malaise, my sense of hopelessness, my
questioningness about the pointedness of continuing to write. I got myself up
over the wall and down the other side. Brava, me.
Did I have some great revelation? No, I
did not. I find revelations are usually slow, incremental things that build more slowly than
a reef. Then one day there’s the curiously pleasant sensation of not being in total
agony anymore. Kind of like the moment you realize you’re not in love
with that person who dumped you, and you can finally stop feeling like a chump.
The other side of the wall is a good place to be. And it
will include regular blog posts from here on because I missed it. Blogging
is yet another of those things I was questioning the validity of and you know
what? Of course the world does not really need more blathering about writing, but
I’m going to do it anyway. Last I checked, pointlessness was not a crime so
long as you’re having fun.
See you all next week. In the mean time, I have some used grappling
hooks you can borrow if you’re dealing with seemingly insurmountable walls of your own.
