The good news is: Essay No. 2 is finished. "Sexing the Mammogram" is funny and edgy and topical.
The bad news is: It’s not a fit for Modern Love. It is 100% relationship-free. No way.
So I won’t be sending this one in to Modern Love. And here to comment on that is my Inner Critic.
Unbelievable. Month Two and already she’s off the program. So much for the momentum of the quest. Now what?
Now I write Essay No. 3.
To move on and move forward. Apply what I’ve learned.
You’re a slow learner.
That’s a little harsh, don’t you think? I’m two steps into a twelve-step process.
See, I say you’re 0 for 2.
Well, you would.
You should start your next novel.
And get a new ghostwriting gig.
And get a haircut.
Say goodnight, critic.
I’ll be back.