Clearly I can never be the best judge of my own work since hoping for true objectivity when viewing one's own creations is about as sensible as assuming that one would know which of one's children should be thrown from the proverbial hot-air balloon.
Nevertheless, I am still surprised that, with sixteen of the blighters to choose from, the only piece about which I have had any comments is that wretched diatribe I wrote about the financial services industry. (Find it yourself, I'm not linking to it.)
I spoke to a dear friend this afternoon - let us call her Betty for no good reason. She read the offending (to me) article and, from her perspective of working within the financial sector, told me she found it hilarious. Should I be annoyed that my carefully honed literary assault on the sand-bound foundations of our society should be deemed risible? Or should I be grateful that I didn't offend her with my ill-thought-through crie de coeur against the injustices of the world and those perpetrating said injustices on a daily basis?
Either way, Betty didn't see fit to place a comment against the blog posting but I offer her this one as a second chance. Use it wisely and it will not suffer censorship from the blog owner.
In other news, N and I finally saw behind the curtain at our local leisure centre's "Toddlers' World". We were waiting for our session to start and went upstairs to see what was there. From the balcony, we could clearly see the earlier-bird collection of children mangling the play equipment but, beyond them, at the far side of the hall, behind the grey curtain, we could see the talented tumblers, the amazing acrobats, the possible Olympian gold collectors of 2012. It was an invigorating sight and may have been inspirational to N, who appeared to bounce on the trampoline with more fervour and pep than on previous visits.
She was still wary and avoidant of the sponge pool but was fooled and unbalanced by a mat overhang, leading to a smoothly executed forward roll straight in. Moves like that may lead to high scores from the international judges if she can keep the post-landing shock and tears under control.
Today, I applaud Salman Rushdie's non-profit-making legal action against the lying ex-bodyguard turned (false) memoir writer. Since his lawyer will pocket £15,000 for (what sounds like) not doing very much work, one could argue that SR should have claimed something even if only for the waste of his time. But he did not and so kept his hands as clean of this shoddy business as possible under the circumstances.
I look forward to behaving as magnanimously once I am a bestselling author, although I hope that any such opportunities will not encompass having had to recruit bodyguards. Sadly, today I have made no steps towards becoming a bestselling author although, on the bright side, I also did not act in any way that may lead to my needing bodyguards. Not much magnanimity has been shown today either - perhaps that comes later in the career.
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