You'd think that it'd be easy for someone with a blog to talk about themselves. Oh sure, you're thinking, inspiration for a letter of intent should be easy to find, especially when the goal of what you're writing is already picked out for you. And besides, since you're a blogger, you talk about yourself all the time. I'll admit that I'm much freer with the written word than I used to be, but I still have a sense of perfectionism that I just can't seem to get rid of. It's like Jewish guilt meets capital punishment: no matter what you do, it's never good enough, so you may as well face the fact that, either way, you're probably going to die. Basically, inspiration doesn't strike without the pressure of a deadline, and don't expect the inspiration to amount to much better a destiny than the fate which the toys your neighbor's two-year-old grandson leaves lying around the balcony walkway meet. So even with valiant effort, death comes and leaves you ashamed.

At least this time, I managed to be ahead of the game. I've worked on it for a few days, although why I expect it to be perfect the moment it leaves my head and gets typed up, I don't know. I had some good thoughts and ideas, I think. I guess, though, that after hearing that every single thing you write for such an occasion is worthy only to be lit on fire and then used in lieu of cow manure for fertilizing the rose garden, confidence has a tendency to get sapped right out of you.

I think it's time for that to change.