My last post is no longer here. It was supposed to be mildly amusing. It was supposed to say something about how sitcom writing in the 1960s and 1970s affected my own “writer’s journey.” But it was forced, and the more I re-read it, the more tortured it felt. I was trying too hard to be funny, and that always produces the opposite result. As one of my editors said, “This sentence is so tortured it should be put out of its misery.”

So that’s today’s lesson: There are sentences that cannot be saved. There are blog posts that aren’t good enough. There are days when the little voice in my head is right.