I have been doing a lot of reading over this summer break. A fantastic hobby that it is sad to say I am not always able to indulge in as much as I would like.
However, there hasn't been much writing... The silence on this here blog is evidence enough of that. Although, to give a bit of credit, I have worked on a few (read 2) short story fiction pieces for my "I am a woman" collection. Still the age old mantra is "writers write" and I have been slacking.
I worry constantly about not being a good writer, not making it, not "growing up" to be a writer, a journalist like I had always hoped. But I had an epiphany the other day, an epiphany that I have sadly had before and apparently chose to forget. How will I ever know if I'll make it, or if I'm good enough if I never jump in to begin with? I read somewhere that a writer isn't a writer until they have a pile of rejection letters. That every rejection letter is one step closer to publication. It seems common sense! How can you make the team if you don't try out? Silly me... too afraid of failure to do anything other than sit and wait for something to fall out of the sky.
ON TO THE REAL TOPIC OF THE DAY
Like I was saying; I've been doing some reading...
Currently I'm reading Gloria Steinem's Outrageous Acts and Everyday Rebellions and have stopped 3/4ths of the way through her essay piece titled "I was a playboy bunny" to discuss the Playboy Empire and the debatable genius of Hugh Hefner.
(Gloria Steinem working in a Playboy club as a bunny)
I personally am thinking he is a genius.
Yes, it goes without saying that his treatment of the bunnies working his playboy club was appalling and quite sexist, but business wise you can't argue that Hefner capitalized on a great idea. Selling sex. And wether his multitude of younge, blonde, and busty girlfriends is to bulster his image and thereby his business or simpley for pleasure (a little of both I assume) it works.
