Mr. May!

What happens to my confidence?

                                                  

      What is it about me, anyway? No, not that! The police told me I'm no longer a suspect. No, why is it that I can be writing along, perfectly confident in my stuff, and once a successful writer sees it, suddenly my confidence sports cardboard wings that soon accordion and it swan dives into the dirt? Suddenly, what I was pretty happy with, and thought makes my point in a unique, well-written fashion, is transformed into a steaming pile of excrement, and unfunny excrement, at that.

 

     I know what you're thinking, "Is there such a thing as funny excrement?" Maybe stand-up excrement wearing floppy shoes?

 

     Okay, point taken, but no matter the reason, the wings fold up and this vintage, perfectly fine-tuned humor writing plane pinwheels into the dirt of the Earth, and the resulting fireball can be seen from space.

 

     I wish I could understand why I suddenly need adult diapers the minute someone who's had a little success in the writing field takes a look at my writing. I guess it's a variation of that old baseball joke I heard somewhere,

 

     "They call a player who performs in the clutch, 'Mr. October'. Well, I'm the Mr. May of writing!"   

Reviews

[Marie]

I never heard that baseball joke, so I can't understand what ?Mr. May" would be.

[Michael Stevens]

Reggie Jackson was a star home run hitter for the New York Yankees, and he was known to be brash. He was booed in other cities, and he said when reporters asked him how he felt about that, "They don't boo nobody's!" His nickname was 'Mr. October", because he played in the World Series so often, and I don't remember if he coined the phrase, "Mr. May', or if someone else did, but it was in reference to a player, any player, who hit a lot of homers at the beginning of the season, but didn't make the Series.

[Marie]

I guess I see. But when you put your mind to it, you're as good a writer as any and shouldn't mind having your work scrutinized.

[Michael Stevens]

Well, thank you Marie--I guess when I don't have anything to write about, and try for humor, making fun of myself always works. As I told someone a while back, if I take offence at what I wrote, what am I going to do, kick my own butt?