No….I’m not doing a book review of Stephen King’s classic book, Thinner.
(Did you ever read it. Wow.)
I’m not going to talk about weight-loss, either.
Instead, I’m going to talk about a print publication.
I had a little too much coffee last night, so I decided to read for a bit before I retired to my Castle’s ornate master bedroom.
There were a couple Time® magazines within reach, so I grabbed one of them.
It was so light, I wasn’t even sure if I had actually succeeded in my grab.
It was so thin.
Thinner than it ever was.
I almost didn’t enjoy holding it. It felt so cheap. So meaningless.
Except it wasn’t meaningless. Because inside the magazine…that’s where real journalism happens.
People that write for Time magazine, and other publications that provide 5,000 word in-depth articles, are artists. They know their craft.
Me? I feel that I’m a better writer than I was say, two years ago…maybe even 6 months ago, but I’m not in the same league as the writers at Time.
Now, I’m not putting myself down. I’m actually lifting the writers at Time up. They’re that good.
You should grab a Time magazine, sometime. You’ll see what I mean.
I just wish that the magazine was thicker.