I always ask Sung to read my newspaper columns before I submit them. He isn’t much of a reader or writer, but he has an innate sense of good vs. bad with anything art-related.
For this month’s column, I wanted to celebrate my marriage and highlight my new last name. I used my blog post about how Sung and I met. But chopping it down to 600 words did not do the story any favors.
My brain has become a rusty scrapyard. There’s no movement besides the occasional tumbleweed rolling through. And this is really inconvenient, because I need to find something to write about.
Every month, I’m scheduled to send one 600ish word column to my local newspaper. The subject can be literally anything under the sun: the editor only asks that it be “a reprieve from politics.”
Easy enough, right? For someone who enjoys writing as much as I do, it should be a piece of cake. Well … it’s not.