Sweet, nuanced and often unreadable

on the perils of consistently creating content

Yesterday dear reader I spoke about the quest for the perfect gift for my wife.

Today?

She gave me the perfect gift - her time.

We were talking about this thing here - this foolsletter business that you read much of the time.

She told me that my tone shifts with my mood and compared my prolific nature to a comic she follows named Josh Johnson.

She’s watched his career and how he constantly pumped out material. He didn’t seem to have a consistent tone and then?

Then he started hitting it big. Then bigger. His tone solidified. As I sat with shame and envy, Laura continued:

Sometimes darlin’ you’re sweet and nuanced and I laugh at your stuff. And other times? You’re just angry and working stuff out.

I don’t want to hear any more hammer fights. Those posts? I skim.

I can see what you’re doing and love and respect you and there are times your tone doesn’t work for me.

Wow eh?

She’s pretty fucking generous.

So dear reader, I’m grateful that you’re here with me.

Most of all though?

I am grateful for my wife Laura.

While I go searching for a consistent tone that’s funny and cutting, there will be days that the writing here is inflammatory and angry. Anger is fertile. And so is horseshit. It has its place but tends to stink.

And you never should douse yourself in horseshit when putting on a show.

Unless of course your audience is kinky in a really gross way…

And all of this is a first draft.

But the lightness that I want in my work, that I promise and am searching for?

Well.

There will be days that I come up short.

But hey,

That is where I hope that some edits through a book might be helpful. I’m finally ready to stop pretending that I can do all of this alone.

And Laura? She can help me and love me and give me a big picture view. But she can’t edit my book. That’s not our role with each other.

Anyone know a decent literary agent, editor or publisher?

I think dear reader, after almost five years, it’s long past time to enlist some help.

I have no idea what I’m doing nor how this ‘search’ will work out.

But I guess that’s what’s most exciting about this next step.

Best of all though?

I know that I have my dearest love in my corner as I tilt at windmills and flail around as only I can.

Remember dear reader, life is like John Wayne Toilet Paper - it can be rough, it can be tough, but it doesn’t need to take shit off anyone.