Craft

I was putting the finishing touches on a column for FOX today. On about the third read, I realized a line in the fifth paragraph should be the lead.

It was one of those moments where I realized what a gift it was to do daily journalism for so many years. It forces you to overcome and push through perfectionist tendencies, the kind that often stop artists from creating. They get hung up on one thing and it stops their flow. Had I dwelled on the imperfect lead and not written beyond that, I would have been in a real bind.

Instead, I'm excited about how it turned out. And furthermore, had it turned out good instead of stellar, I would have lived with that, too. There's another column just around the bend.

I love my craft.