I’m really trying to keep it all together, the summer started out very promising, but when the service provider for the websites threatened to kill our websites or pay out more money (from $99 per year to $200 per month, I think we can call this blackmail!) and then the crashing of the summer issue (Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall and had a great fall), the endless emails from writers, the demands of getting the Fall issue out, if not on time, close to it; little to no money, and blah, blah, blah, blah, blah . . .
The only thing that gives me peace is the 20 minutes to half hour I give myself every night reading my Kindle. It helps calm my mind, I get to disappear into someone else’s stories (right now I’m reading In My Father’s Shadow: A Daughter Remembers Orson Welles, by Chris Welles Feder, it’s pretty interesting).
Such is the life of editing. I am frustrated that I am not writing my own stuff, so busy reading everyone’s writing except my own. But as I read these biographies and autobiographies, I get a better sense of how I want to write my memoirs and stories. Hopefully 2012 will be the year I can finally complete them. It’s the writer;s curse.