It’s pretty obvious that I’m in a down cycle on my own writing lately, and while I know I won’t give it up entirely, it’s at the point in the cycle where it can’t be given the priority any more.
There is a pattern I’m seeing, however, and the impetus that conspires with circumstance to drive this tossing away of needs.
I’ve realized that I’m just getting back responses (rejections) on submissions sent out in November–never something to keep the mood up. Two other things going on that have pushed me back from the line: The Crapometer Miss Snark ran over the holidays on 700 hooks, and the current American Idol auditions.
It’s amazing to me, regardless of some of the contrived performances on Idol, that there are folks out there who truly believe they can write/sing, and who sadly, truly can’t.
Confidence clearly isn’ enough. It’s great in conjunction with talent and skill, but without the performance quality, it’s sadly pathetic.
All these things reminded me that I too can be the fool.