I won’t lie to you. I’ve been totally swamped doing edits on my book over the past month. It’s a tale I’ll eventually tell in one of my videos, of course, but I’m too much in the midst of it right now. Like the old saying goes: Insane Novel Editing + Time = Funny. But for now, I decided to make a more therapeutic and sillier video than usual. I’m taking a break from the Failed Writer series to tackle a great burden that I suspect many of you are familiar with. It is a burden that plagues many households on a weekly basis. I’m talking about the burden of The New Yorker magazine. And the guilt associated with not reading them as frequently or as thoroughly as you think you should. Here is my radical proposal:
What do you think? Am I the only one in this predicament? How do y’all handle the gap between what you want to read and what you have time to read?
NOTE: No New Yorker magazines were harmed in the making of this video.