Friday, December 7, 2007

No, no Plathy, there's no place for you here...

Allow me to defend this post before I begin.

Hard as it may be for regular reader to believe I do try not to write self congratulatory blogs on here. If you’re one of my friends you get enough of that in person and if there’s anything more dull than reading about somebody else’s achievements it’s probably only listening to them spruik charities and post poetry.

But a kind-hearted friend of mine emailed me yesterday to ask why I was so “fucking miserable” and if I was okay. I appreciated the concern. I’m not that wildly brilliant, as it happens but, as I assured him, I’m not going to do a Sylvia Plath either. For a start my oven is electric. But it did make me think I might be inclined to posting a bit doom and gloom on here sometimes. Sooo I thought I’d share some good news. Even if it is good in a way that neither benefits nor interests anyone but me.

There you go, there’s my disclaimer and what an anticlimax to report that my good mood is only because I actually sniffed out a decent story today all on my lonesome. It’s not a big story at all, it’s not that exciting and no doubt it will be cut to a five centimetre brief on page 909 but I don’t care – for the first day in a while I don’t feel like an incompetent boob and for the second time in oooh a month my boss has actually gone for one of my lamearse ideas. Brilliant.

5 comments:

observer said...

Yay for Kate!

Lindsay said...

My oven is gas, but alas, it's not working. However, you're doing supremely well. You totally dominated in yesterday's paper. And in self-congratulatory mode, I'm going to claim that I had a hand in your success.

Dave said...

Yay! :)

my name is kate said...

Lindsay you had both ahnds in my success and were, um, rummaging around in there... oh god that went to a bad place really quickly.

And thanks Observer and Johnsy - baby steps...

Andrew said...

i believe in you peter!