Not a Love Connection

An old high school friend found my blog the other day and dissed me for wasting my time chasing rainbows and for not having a real writing career anymore. He wanted to know when I was going to do the world a favor and get real again.

Hmph.

Glad I skipped that last reunion. Can you imagine making chit chat with that pompous windbag over punch?

Still, he has a point. I may never amount to anything. But I make more money than he does and I haven't been divorced five times. I'd have said so, too, except Terry Rossio prepared me with a better reply in his somewhat now infamous Throw in the Towel column which says:

Once you've satisfied yourself that you've given every effort, and failed, and it's no longer fun to you, then it is, truly, time to find a new challenge and move on. Something else that will bring more satisfaction.

So, when my former chum asked when I was going to quit chasing rainbows, I told him I'd quit when I didn't like rainbows anymore -- or whenever screenwriting got in the way of my exceptional income. Government work is good and writing on my yacht is therapeutic. Wanna meet me for golf Monday? Oh wait. You gotta work.

The moron.

He deserved it.