Edit.
A lot of times, I'd love to talk about my life, or my feelings, or my job, but I find myself self-censoring. Too many people have too much access, these days. I've considered starting an anonymous blog, but really, what would I say? I've been editing, or omitting, for so many years. I'm not sure if I'd know the truth, unvarnished, if I saw it in the ether. I speak it, sure enough, and most folks know more than enough about my specifics to piece together what I might mean, but...
...do I really have anything to say, and do I really have the employability death wish to say it?
I suppose I'm something of a coward, after all.
An employable coward, certainly, but that doesn't deafen the notion of sniveling in my head.
I'm pre-selling out, and I don't even profit from it.
Damn.
...do I really have anything to say, and do I really have the employability death wish to say it?
I suppose I'm something of a coward, after all.
An employable coward, certainly, but that doesn't deafen the notion of sniveling in my head.
I'm pre-selling out, and I don't even profit from it.
Damn.