I was going to write about Pillsbury’s “Toaster Strudels.” I was going to compare them to “Pop-Tarts.”
I was going to, but now I’m not. Reviewing pre-fab breakfasts is kind of silly, I think. It’s not worthy of my writing talents and it’s certainly not worthy of my tremendous brain power.
Not that it wasn’t fun, in its own way. And, as always, it’s practice for when I don’t practice. I think it’s just time to get serious about who I am and what I want to do. That just can’t be done being an (unpaid) spokesperson for Jimmy Dean. Although, if they were to pay me I would happily keep it up.
At this point I doubt that I’ll ever be a “serious” writer. I need time and discipline for that, and until I get the discipline I won’t have the time.