Courtesy Floating Robes
In addition to Cold Streets, I’ve been handed what amounts to a writing assignment for work. Unfortunately, I’m not interviewing anybody cool in the industry or crafting an expose on something juicy, I’m writing about myself. It’s self-evaluation time around the office, and it turns out that ‘myself’ is one of the hardest things you could ever ask me to write about.
As much as writers tend to be a narcissistic lot, reviewing one’s own performance tends to be difficult for me. I have a tendency to focus on things I do wrong in the course of executing my duties, which is also why I tend to get bogged down when editing my own work. Hell, I’m even having trouble writing this entry about writing about myself. It just strikes me as uninteresting. I’m not going in-depth about some psychological issue, talking about my fictional works, or recounting the tale of a trip to a convention or exotic location. I’m just rattling on about my day-to-day goings-on, and those are about as exciting as dusting your home or doing your laundry or picking bits of unwanted vegetables out of your salad.
Hopefully I can wrap that Damocledian tedium up today and get back to the really important stuff in my life, like writing Cold Streets, playing more games to review, and preparing for PAX East.
