Missed an opportunity to speak up.
I recognized it. I told myself not to miss it. And then I clammed up.
Thought about a wonderful lunch I had with an old D.C. friend yesterday. God how nice to connect with someone from the same background (District denizen, publishing, intellectual, political, Florida transplant).
We spoke of how publishing is dead. He’s since left the biz because he demanded more and wasn’t getting it where he wanted it from. So he got it (money) somewhere else.
I said I didn’t think I could fall out of love with it. And that’s fine. But that doesn’t mean it will stay in love with me.
If ever it even was. Especially when I demand nothing from it because it supposedly has so little left to give right now.