Today I learned that I do not meet the requirements to become a member of the Online Critics Society. Even though I've written enough reviews and I publish ample amount each year, I assume it's the quality of my writing that doesn't meet their standards.
This may have been the best news for my writing career. Instead being a writer who is also a critic, I can now be a writer who likes to post his thoughts about TV and movies. There's a difference; at least there's a difference for me. The past year I've been blocked by trying too hard to come up with the right phrase or allusion to past films and television that my output has been just okay. Now that I know that I'm not good enough for the Online Critics Society, I don't have to pretend to be something that I'm not.
I'm not a critic.
Although I was disappointed about being turned down, that disappointment lasted just minutes. Immediately I began thinking about the scripts and stories I wanted to write and I wasn't worried about posting my thoughts about Falling Skies (although I have to get to that).
This is a good thing. A relief.
I'm not a critic. Phew.