Keep this in mind, De

There are people who can write journals that are worthy of being published. Kafka, for instance. This blog, on the other hand, will never see print.

Why?

Because it’s my freedom. I don’t have to edit if I don’t want to.

I’m starting to feel the pressure, while I’m writing anything but a grocery list (except this) that everything I write has to be Good. Real Good. Not

quite yet Pro, but Real Good.

Ugh. I can’t think of anything else that could make a writer more impotent. So…everybody that sweats over their entries, trying to make them consistent, funny, intriguing, etc., well, good for you. I’m going to be a goober, however, say: nyaa nyaa nyaa. Get your butts in gear. This is the stuff that I write in my down time.

Ya brag sometimes. Right after a rejection letter (“Finally, your story may have been rejected, not because it lacked a new idea, or was misspelled or mispuntuated, or because the writing was not ‘professional’ enough, but simply because it failed to rise above the other 849 that month.”) strikes me as a good time.