. . .but I know exactly how he feels:
I was in a meeting yesterday where the opening of the interview was,
“You’re funny, but. . .”
I could never tie them down to exactly what their problem was with me (too aggressive isn’t specific enough besides, I’ve written nice thing) and it was frustrating.
Story to come next week.
What’s weird is I’ve recently noticed I’ve been writing about writing and/or the after effects. I really haven’t been getting my ‘normal’ amount of loons filtering in. Oh sure, there have been some, including a guy who, due to blood loss (he was losing it before he arrived. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it) passed out at the counter, but they’ve generally been blank. Like there’s been some mass hypnotism. They’re still bitchy and annoying and cloying but it’s cookie cutter. Everyone’s rolling down the conveyor belt of generic complaints.
Maybe it’s also that I’ve been pimping my writing ass out there more (to little success) so that’s who I’ve been dealing with. As boring as I find writing about your own writing is I gots ta run with the bullshit that’s racing with me.