Summer has passed the halfway mark in these parts, and we’re in the midst of our first heat wave since mid-spring. (Is April the new August?)
I’m taking it slow, not that I have much choice in the matter. My son is at the shore this week with his mother, my soon-to-be former wife. (I haven’t met any future wives lately.)
I’m still waiting for publishers to nibble at the two brilliantly dark essay collections that my new agent has been circulating, much to her credit. No news can be good or bad news. This time of year, most reputable New York editors are ensconced at their summer colonies in the Hamptons or on Martha’s Vineyard. Authorship is a waiting game.
Nobody has approached me with advertising work lately, other than a car dealer who was looking for some free advice. As long as I wasn’t making any money, I thought I’d use the downtime to expand my political blog, The New Moderate. That’s right, a website for staunch moderates. We need a loud, self-assured moderate voice in our republic, if only to drown out the nonsensical ravings of the right and left.
So it looks as if I’ve carved out a third niche for myself (cynicism and copywriting being the other two). Maybe this will be the lucky one. I’m curious to see if anyone notices, other than my Facebook friends. Moderates, for all their virtues, tend to be an apathetic bunch.