Histrionics

I was reading a series of blog posts today by someone who is hunting big game publishing and not having any success.

They seem pretty upset.

I feel for this person--sort of.

But having read six or seven posts, I can't help but wonder if the seemingly unbridled histrionics have something to do with all the bad luck.

Here's the thing, unless you happen to be Ernest Hemingway or Virginia Woolf, people working on the business end of publishing are not likely dying to work with someone who may/ or may not, be dealing with some serious emotional instability. 

So I'll share a belief that I hold dearly and one that I always check myself on before hitting "PUBLISH NOW"

Some things belong in your journal. Some things belong with your spouse/significant other. And some things belong in your therapist's office (that's why they make the big bucks.)

Many, many, many things do not belong on your blog.

It's kind of like walking into a job interview and spending the whole time complaining about how awful your last job was. Actually, it's worse than that because people can search though your archives and judge you for rants you made two years ago.

Just a thought.