Category: Life

Tonight on American Idol the group number was Journey’s Don’t Stop Believing. That song is considered to be one of the greatest power ballads of all time. It is definitely one of the best songs of the 80s. And it is the second only to Oh Sherrie in the Steve Perry musical canon.

I haven’t been this excited since the Sopranos finale. (Tony lived by the way.)

Of course they used the real track for the Sopranos but the Idol wannabes did okay— at least they chose a good song.

And right this minute Lady Gaga is on the stage.

I think I need a drink. Good thing I have some stellar scotch in the cabinet.

I’m a not a bad writer.

I’ve got a degree in journalism (some might argue not the best way to learn to become a good writer but whatever — that’s what I did with my early twenties when I wasn’t traipsing around in acid wash jeans and a Frankie Says Relax T-shirt) and I’ve be writing things for a living for almost 20 years.

Sometimes — like whenever I start typing — I need to remind myself of this fact.

It’s strange. No one’s ever said: “Christine, you’re just terrible at this writing business maybe you’d be better off in HR — you’re such a people person.” Not to me directly, anyway. Once (a long time ago but I saved the memo) I was called a rising star. I remember I wrote very complicated technical things at that job (the one where I was a baby star) and how I did that remains a complete mystery to me to this day.

I only like being a writer after I’ve written something. One of my personal joy triggers is re-reading my work and admiring a pleasing sentence or paragraph. Sometimes the whole thing delights me.

It’s only before I start that I seriously suck.