Sunday, April 21, 2019

Super-secret project

For a long time, the joke around the house was that I was the professional writer. This was based on the fact that I have earned a total of 47 cents with my writing.

You might notice I vanished for a few weeks there. I was working on a super-secret ghostwriting project. Bwahaha. I have finally finished it. I can't reveal what it was - ghostwriter and all that. But I have finally earned something better than 47 cents.

The pay was low for the work I put in but it has demonstrated to me that I can make some significant money with my writing.

That is a tremendous encouragement.

Saturday, April 20, 2019

Erosion: Essays in 100 words

“You won’t get it.” 
That was my father’s response when I told him I was among the finalists for 
the Morehead Scholarship to the University of North Carolina, Chapel Hill. 
This was a big deal. 
The full ride, a four-year scholarship covering tuition, books, room and board. 
It was proof. 
Wasn’t it? 
I had done well. 
I was worthy. 
Wasn’t I? 
My excitement, my hope for some sign of my value to him collapsed on his response. 
Not enough. Not I. Not ever. 
He was right.
I didn’t win the scholarship. 
I wasn’t enough.

Not for them. Not for him.