Sitting on my desktop is a folder titled “writing”. In it contains at least twenty different potential blog posts. A trip to Germany. Trouble at school. The pain of getting your kids to ski lessons. Seemingly harmless topics, but full of my lens of the world.
The folder has been sitting there for months. Unpublished pieces sitting in the dark.
Historically, publishing wasn’t easy. It was difficult to get an audience. Writers had to break through the editor’s wall and hope that their recent musing matched a need or interest. Pieces had polish and proofreaders. Fact checkers and a fine toothed comb. Now anyone can throw thoughts out there. So much work is floating around in the blogosphere. Like pieces of cotton on a spring day. And then, for delight or despair, some of them get caught.
This morning I read an article in the New York Times Magazine about…
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Onion. 