Why Writing is Like Sitting in Rush-Hour Traffic Without Much To Worry About

Tara Sparling writes

Why Writing is Like Sitting in Rush-Hour Traffic Without Much To Worry About

Here we go, folks. I am sermonising again. Yet another occasion whereby I derive another tenuous conclusion from an extremely vague experience. Do calm down: I know how exciting this is, but it’s only Tuesday. Long time to go before the weekend yet.

That Was A Terrible Introduction Tara, It’s Time To Start The Post Properly Now Please

Anyhoo, yesterday evening I was sitting in rush hour Dublin traffic at its finest, on my way to a meeting, on my way from another meeting. Neither of these were ‘blogger’ meetings, so I’m afraid I can’t glamourise them by putting in words like brand or exposure or partnership or enhancement or deal or OMG totes amazetastic. I mean, it’s not as if that’s even interesting, especially when it comes to bloggers.

No: these were real-life meetings, about real-life work. As boring as they sound, but necessary, nonetheless. Is there anything like the limbo between two functional…

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