Maybe I am not supposed to write this entry.
I have rewritten it twice as it sat on my desktop, day after day, only to have the last version disappear when I pushed “publish.”
Here’s the punchline… time for change.
I don’t know what the change will be. There are many things I love about the work I do. And I get reminded of this by people who I cherish… people who have been around long enough to have perspective. People who give a shit, in spite of all the ugliness into which we have seen the entertainment journalism business devolve.
I want to write more. I want to complain less. I love doing DP/30, but almost a thousand interviews in, I want it to be better. I am not a shark, but if I don’t feel like I am moving forward, I feel like I might as well be dead (figuratively, for those prone to literalism). And right now, I must admit, I am not 100% sure where to go in The New Normal… which will be the New Normal for a while, whether it is great or shit.
It’s a new year tomorrow. Some room to breath. Some time to seriously consider what the boundaries of that New Normal are and what contribution I can make that would be worth making.
It’s that simple and that complex.
I will discuss, consider, and experiment in the months to come.
There is plenty I despise about what’s happened to journalism in recent years. But push comes to shove, there is still a lot that I absolutely adore… that I do not want to live without… that I want to see through rose-colored glasses again.
Wish me luck…