Wee-Wee or Get Off the Pot?

Sorry for the wimpy title. This blog is rated G; I haven’t yet learned to swear in my writing (though I’m not so bad in person). I realized I used the word “damn” last posting, but that was a direct quote. Once I used the f-word in an article, but that article is still sitting in an “inventory pile” (editor’s words – not too encouraging, eh?), so it isn’t in print yet.

I’m stalling.

Dilemma of the day is whether I should wee-wee or get off the pot.

Keep my law license or let it go?

Fork over the dough for state bar membership, attend the continuing education seminars, or relieve myself (pun intended) of the burden and just focus on writing?

My brain is stuffed with so many "What Ifs?" they’re falling out my ears.

What if you don’t make it as a writer? What if Ron gets leukemia tomorrow and you need to earn fast money? What if no one takes you seriously without a little plastic card and those three letters: Esq.?

There’s an easy solution. I can opt for “inactive” membership and, down the road, pick up right where I left off if I’m so inclined. But I don’t know . . . it’s so hard to let go.

Right now I’m hanging out on the pot, book in hand, not accomplishing much of anything (other than discovering that Abigail Thomas is a good writer). Hmm . . . I’m going to read a few more pages. After all, I don’t have to decide until January.

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Speaking of troubles on the pot, check out this blog posting if you have a chance. It's a hoot: http://suburbanturmoil.blogspot.com/