I had a letter published in, I believe, Elle, expressing my approval for a feature on Dhani Jones. No regrets.
I am not a huge Fleetwood Mac or Stevie Nicks fan but this is awesome. I sent it to my dad (who is a FM fan), warning him of course that there are swears in it. Now I'm listening to "Stop Draggin' My Heart".
@antarctica starts here I guess you could always not read the comments? But then you will have no idea how much you suck/rule.
re: approval, I feel like I went through immersion therapy by writing online and reading the comments. That's a GREAT way to give up the ghost in terms of making everyone happy all the time.
In seriousness, I feel like 30 is a wonderful turning post when one realizes that there simply isn't enough time to be everything to everyone, and a certain satisfaction comes from realizing that you only have so much quality time for so many people--and so do they, and it's okay.
murder. I would murder someone who said "so don't look."
Stories like this remind me that we're all going to die someday. (But also I'm glad to know I'm not the only one who wonders what the hell the verification process is about. I have a feeling it's the new Gmail invites.)
I think it wasn't even 6 months ago that I was reading an article in a non-crazy publication that if you start your child early on solids (like around 4 months) s/he will avoid food allergies. This is why parents look so stressed out. Because whatever it is we're doing, we are fucking up the kid.
@vanderlyn zactly. I don't think I'd care to hustle up work I'm not interested in just for the mortgage money.
I dunno man. This is why I have a dayjob and do freelance/write books (or try to, anyway) for the fun of it.