It’s been a week, now what?
Okay! Well! Miss a little, miss a lot.
I’ll dive right in and announce that I am back on Twitter after a long hiatus.
I have my reasons.
The hurrying up and waiting can officially begin in earnest. I queried 7 literary agents in 2 days, and now wait to hear something promising back. (The magic words are “send pages.”)
It’s getting real in the rough-and-tumble world of aspiring authorship:
Many years ago (1990-1994) I worked for Panasonic. Toward the middle of that run, three area warehouses converged into one super-sized Distribution Center. For the vast majority of my time with the company, there was a 50-50 mix of permanent employees (such as myself) and temps (we didn’t call them contractors, as is fashionable now). The most influential of the bunch was a highly educated guy named Glenn.
One thing is certain: if it was popular in the last 5 years, and I recently started doing it, whatever it is can be officially shelved as OVER.
Today’s victim: Bullet Journaling (or #BuJo, as they used to say until I did).
If you don’t base all of your life decisions on what’s “in” these days, and you’re wondering if Bullet Journaling actually accomplishes anything besides being Pinterest and Instagram food (read: you want a minimalist, and frankly masculine approach to the medium), then this is the article for you.