I have come to the conclusion that I will never write a book.
I think I'm doomed to writing short stuff.
I have been writing for most of my adult life. Most of it short.
I have lot of ideas but most of them don't last much longer than one page.
Most of my pieces would fit in the Talk of the Town section of New Yorker magazine. After two and a quarter columns, I'm done.
Maybe it was years of writing stories for television. Two minutes and I had to be done. An evil producer with a stopwatch was giving me threatening looks.
With the help of a squeeze box newscast and a producer with a Louisville Slugger in her desk, I was blogging before there was an internet.
Writing for television is a little more than a headline, but not much.
But maybe it's just me. I like to write things quickly, publish or broadcast, and say "Look at what I wrote."
But in the age of the internet, maybe I'm coming of age, again.
Writing for a website is like writing for a newspaper all over again.
I studied print journalism in college and then took forty years out to dabble in television.
Now, I get an idea, it runs around in my head for two days, and after 48 hours I condense it down to two minutes or less.
Maybe, if someday, some editor would put all of these pieces together, it would make a book. But it would be like an electronic patchwork quilt. The pieces wouldn't really go together, and my love for transitional devices would be hopelessly lost.
I think that people read the internet in fits and spurts.
Maybe that's the way I write.
If you want to read something and have a lot of your day left to do something else, then I'm your guy.
But when I was in school, I really thought someday I would write a book.
But I get to this point, and I'M DONE.