Before I fergit, I posted chapter 13 of Horace Fink today: http://www.gayauthors.org/eficiton/viewstory.php?sid=349

Okies, now about prima donnas and bitchers. During my 'career' in mass media and advertising I met quite a few, which is the reason I would NEVER return to that business. It's way too ego infested for my liking. But, guess what? Yeah, GA has them too...not many, mind you, but a few. That's to be expected, right? PDs and Bs are everywhere. What I wanna know is how NOT to let them get under your skin.

It's all very well to ignore them or whatever but until I find a way to ignore a buzzing mosquito when I'm sleeping I guess I've still got a problem. I figure it takes a lot of sensitivity to be an artist of any kind. But how does one turn it on and off? I've heard many actors and other performers say they don't read the reviews and/or critiques. I guess that's one way.

Yes, yes, yes, I'll get over it just as I have before and will again. Actually, I feel better already now that I've demolished a hot pancake with home-made lemon butter. Mmmmmm! You want therapy? Get busy in the kitchen. Speaking of which, what's that saying about kitchens and heat? Well, writing is one 'kitchen' I refuse to leave despite the heat...so I guess I'll just have to put up with it.

I've had my little rant and I feel better now. A little spleen venting doesn't hurt so long as it doesn't become an obsession. Actually, I responded to a young GA bloke, Mark, whose blog I read. He's a nurse training to be a doctor. He had a bad day in hospital with various dramas and wondered if he was cut out to be a doctor, so I quoted Mahatma Gandhi: You must be the change you wish to see in the world... and I encouraged him to follow his vocation.