Instant Sean

Help…

Help…

Actions that were made because of greed and because a board member didn’t want to share the publicity of an event with a radio group saddened me when the event ended but it brought up a story my dad told me when we lived in New York.

He was chopping wood, doing what he called to my mother, “Life’s Work” , and I asked him why he chopped the wood rather than have somebody else do it for him.

“Easy Sean, I know the value that I have in my own work. Never let another person tell you what your value is. If they don’t truly value your effort, then you will never be seen in their eyes as valuable. You are valuable. I love you.”

It’s not the critiques that kill me…

It’s not the critiques that kill me…

It’s waiting for them that bother me. Ever one has an opinion but the waiting for a call, an email or even a tweet is killing me. Some writers say to be patient, some say just keep writing but on trapped waiting for even a no.

Some days a no is better than a yes. But if you notice my heart has a tendency to show up unannounced on my sleeve.
It’s always been that way.

Today is Fathers Day, a day that I usually don’t celebrate since I don’t have my kids with me.