If I had come along (and written) another day...

Once in a while I will read something I wrote a day or two after I wrote it and feel like I knew what I was doing and it’s a good piece of work.

In a business that usually provides only negative feedback, that’s a nice feeling.

Even better: Going through old boxes of clips (because someone, aka my wife, is beyond ready to throw them out), stumbling upon an old news or sports story I wrote in, say, 1995, and finding that the writing still holds up.

That’s why you save all those boxes, envelopes and folders of old clips!

 

I knew I was working for shit heels when I won one and their treatment was just as bad as it always was. They begrudgingly congratulated me.