Literary Insecurity:
I shouldn’t be all hung up on this but I found this article (via Megnut) and now want to be a famous blogger. But if I pause, I’ll remember I’m an attention whore and want to be a famous everything. That made me rethink.
No, really, what’s going on is the last few months, I’ve been trying to concentrate on writing longer articles for print magazines and maybe getting paid for some of them, instead of sassy-little one offs for this here blog. Rooting around the archives of Linsdayism, Zulkey.com, and few other SXSW attendees, I’m realizing that the two need not live in different galaxies. Something inspires me to huff and puff here at Where’s There’s Smoke. Why can’t that something be the basis of an article, a review, an essay? Or rather, why shouldn’t it? I think I’ve been too fat and happy as a writer over the last few months what with my New York agent and my teeny piece in The Believer and my levitating skateboard and all (I’ll send pictures). That ain’t the gig. Writing regularly is. I need to do more of it.
SXSW Inspiration #1. More to come. Tonight we Break Bread.