I took this picture coming home from the gallery last night. I was trying to capture the mushroom-like cloud beneath the moon, and I had to use so much image correction to make it visible this photograph looks more like a painting. Not a bad effect, really. I think.
The title of this post refers to this NPR piece I have been working on for more than a year. It’s just been so tricky. My producer suggested a new way to go, which sounded like it might finally be the way that would work, but I was afraid to start. What if it didn’t? I didn’t think I could take yet another version that wasn’t good enough.
So I’ve been putting it off, and putting it off, which of course triggered a growing feeling of self-loathing. I finally forced myself to start earlier in the week and I felt light as a feather for the rest of the day. I did it! I started! Then fear set back in the next morning, which led to more postponement and even greater self-loathing.
Until now. I plowed through and finished a first draft of the new version. It’s official: I do not suck. Today, that is. I’m safe for today.