I used to cram in a post or two a day, and turn out an article a month. I don’t blame parenthood entirely, because things used to be much looser in other areas of my life. I used to fear being crammed into a box. Now it’s obvious that there’s an organized campaign to stuff me in one by others who prefer living in boxes, thank you.
I thought all this adolescent rebellion and angst would be spent by now. Nope.
Above all, I’ve got to stop making others’ shitty writing read better, and get back to making my own shitty writing read better.
