Feeling Lucky

The writer me, is too tired to write, and doesn’t much feel like it this morning. The editor me, however, says get busy son, we pay writers to write and don’t much care how you feel about it. I guess I’m glad I have an editor me, although I don’t really know why. No one is actually paying me to do this, yet I persist. I guess I hope something good will come of it. Maybe it’s just about me, and the good that will come of it is me persisting.

In a way, I’m lucky. I have a place to write and a place to publish, which is the nicest part of this hyper egalitarian internet, my stuff is right out there waiting to be found alongside the best known columnists writing for the best know publications. And I have an audience and that’s the nicest thing a writer can have. Part of me wishes it was bigger, but I’ve been organic when it comes to growth and I’ve done little on the promotion front. My audience comes and goes as lives allow and attention spans warrant.

So, here we are on this, the last day of the first quarter of the 21st century. Think about that. It’s been 25 years since we got in a tizzy about Y2K. It’s been fifty years since the last helicopter left Saigon. And 75 years since the start of the Korean war, which technically is still going on because we only signed an armistice. Tempus has sure fugited, and I sure feel lucky I’m still around the see the show.