People keep asking me about the Alicia Keys gig. I didn’t get it. I’m surprised because I did what theyÂ asked for–be creative, show personality and all that good stuff. Actually, I was a lot more creative and stood out more than a lot of the contestants, which makes me angry that they didn’t choose me to advance to the final round but also sad because it was something I really wanted to do. [Enter all the cliche phrases you can think of like, “It’s her loss,” and “When one door closes another one opens,” here]. Story of my life.
I’m in a weird space. I don’t want to go into what that space is just yet, just know that it’s “career” related. “Urban journalism” is wack and it’s dragging my spirit down. Internet culture is wack and corrupt, especially now that corporations are involved. My childhood dreams are being crushed every day, every time I write or blog something. The result is, I’m not even inspired to write on my own blog. It’s all just gone straight to hell.
I’ve been sad and uninspired.
I’m taking a break. Actually, I’ve been taking a break which I’m sure you’ve noticed. It’s not that I’m never going to post, I just need to get away. I do have some posts submitted by other people which will go up at some point. Bear with me.