Kind of a big step

It took me a week to draw the necessary conclusion, but I think I've come to it. I blogged about how all the fiction I've written isn't worth the 1s and 0s it's magnetized in. In a later blog I came to the realization that I can't really trust my opinion of anything--or rather, that I can't mill anything approaching objectivity from the chaff of my emotional reactions.

The synthesis that was so long in coming is that I can't really trust my opinion of my own things. Seems obvious now, as things often do after you've realized them.

What did it was that--despite saying I never would--I began retooling a few of the vignettes I had so thoroughly panned the other night. I rediscovered, to an extent, the mindset I was in when I originally conceived them.

It was a good place. Much better than expected. I was also in a much better mood--there's the rub.

Once again my tire swing of sensibility has exerted considerable influence.

I can't trust myself, so I'm thinking I should trust you. Both of you. I'm considering the kind-of-big step of showing my modest corpus of work to whomever ends up here. I've actually already made the decision. The next 10 or so hours are reserved for any input you'd like to give, threats or pleas, that might make me change my mind and forgo the disclosure.

Use this time wisely.