Introducing Mediocrity, the tiny space I’ve claimed on Substack. This is me, bewildered, trying to figure out why Penguin/Random House ain’t calling. Oh…because you have to write. Weird. Fine, Cheryl Strayed. You win (and not because you and Oprah are BFFs……or maybe it is. I don’t know. She’s a pretty big deal).
I’m not holding my breath for leather-bound spines and adoring fans in suburban bookshops. Those aren’t the cards I crave. You’re a writer if you write, but sometimes you need a shove into accountability. I surrendered to my mediocrity and joined an online Creative Writing class. I’m the oldest-looking Brady Bunch square on Zoom by far. Curse you, lovely Millennials, with your shiny hair and moisturized skin.
I’m also sliding into 4 years alcohol-free. Sober. Clean. Non-drinker status. Whatever you want to call it. I’ll add my thoughts on recovery to this space as they come and go. There’ll be nothing earthshattering here about recovery. Just clunky musings aimed to help one person feel less alone.
Check out Mediocrity and write with me. Or don’t write; just grab your popcorn and take a front-row seat to the awkwardness of it all. It’s got to be better than your hometown’s Facebook page (or not, if you live where I live). All ages are welcome to join, but anyone born before 1977 gets a free pair of readers.