Confession

I felt really, really good last night (part of it, I’m sure, was due to the three beers I sank). But honestly – I felt really good about writing again. I’m happy I stayed home instead of going out, and I’m happy with what I got down on the page.

Earlier in the day, I had to make web pages where I was promoting a television program highlighting the 101 Juiciest Hollywood Hookups. On top of that, I was urging visitors to take the E! Online "Sexamination."

I haven’t felt this much like a corporate whore since last week, when I announced that Miller Lite was looking for "women between the ages of 21 and 34, who have hot bodies and great outgoing personalities."

Much of today felt spiritually and morally draining. I know it’s commerce, and I know it keeps me employed, pays my rent, and all that stuff. But given the hours I’ve been working… I think part of my problem is in what I’m doing. Throwing myself night after night towards work is one thing, but if it’s vacuous work… that makes it harder to swallow.

Let me shy away from the negative, and focus on the positive. Despite the hours I’ve been working lately, I think I’ve rediscovered the importance of doing something that is personally and emotionally meaningful. I felt a spark again last night that I haven’t felt in a long while, writing. And it made me want to do more.

That’s the kind of work I want to have more of. :)