Sigh...

By Diane Silver

Instead of being a good blogger today and posting about the fate of nations, Paris Hilton, George Bush's stomach, his return to drink or return to near drink, I wrestled with my day job. Since February that day job has involved mostly magazine freelancing, although I am setting my sights on some book projects for the future.

Today, though, I wrestled, screaming (although not quite like ole' Paris screaming her way to the clink) with a 2,000-word feature that just refused to be subdued. I've almost got it pinned, but I haven't prevailed yet. Thus, no blogging. At least not today.

This is a tough story. It's the first one I've written on spec, as in on "speculation," which means I don't have a market for it yet. Thus, I find myself being super, compulsive, obsessive. Of course, I'm usually a tad obsessive about my writing, but this time it's even worse, but you don't need to hear me babble about that.

What I really want to do is put on my Mom's hat and write to poor Paris about the slings and arrows of life and how they can actually be a good thing. Maybe later.

And so it goes...

And so it goes...

By Diane Silver

So much for the dream that working for yourself means you'll sit back and eat bon bons and update the blog all day. I'm busier than a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.

That's why things are moving a little slow on the blog. I'll get the hang of this after a while. Many infrastructure changes are to come, more links, more posting, but first for me: Must. Figure. Out. Effective. Schedule. This WILL work. Stay tuned.