I’ve been hinting at it for some time now and finally I can tell everyone.
And while it’s pretty cool, it has me wondering.
But before I get into that, here are the nitty gritty details.
I was originally contacted by Hudson Valley Magazine because they wanted to use photos that I had taken of my burgers from The Brown Bag. Needless to say I was a little flattered that they thought my pictures were good enough to be put in a magazine so I replied and sent what pictures I could find.
What happened next I didn’t expect. I was contacted again by HVM asking if I could write something up to go with the photos. That, I wasn’t too eager to jump on, but I agreed to do it anyways. I figured it would be good publicity for TBB, so why not. I also went back and took a few more pictures, chatted up Terry and Pete a little more and tried my best to make it decent enough.
When I got home from vacation, I had two copies of the September issue waiting for me. Luckily the windows were closed because the scream I let out would have scared the neighbors. Me! In a magazine! Okay, so not me me, but something of mine was good enough to be in a magazine.
Or was it really?
See, I think that’s my biggest problem. I don’t like the way I write, which aside from my lazy tendencies is most likely the reason behind my slowdown in posts. Even though I had this editor tell me she liked my “voice,” I can’t say the same. My co-workers raved about the piece, but how do I know they’re not just saying that to be nice? I didn’t even let my family know I did this until I posted a picture of the article, where you can see my name. Not saying I’m ashamed… but I anticipate the worst response.
Eh. Happens to everyone though, right? The only cure it to work right through it, which I am trying. Starting with this.
I was thinking of throwing in a Sally Field reference, but that would be showing my age. The fact that I even wrote her name out shows my age, because kids these days don’t know who she is… or who Kurt Cobain is (according to Yahoo), which is pretty sad.