Deadlines

I've been freelancing since about 1992, and have turned in more articles than I'd care to count. Many were adequate, some were good, and a few came from who knows where in my mind.

They all have one thing in common.

Every time push an article out of the nest, I wonder if I totally blew it … Did I get the assignment right? Did I completely misunderstand the editor? Did I forget to ask that one question that would have taken the piece to a whole new level? Sigh.

So with crossed fingers, I booted my latest freelance gig from the nest -- a piece about Washington Athletic Club members who have belonged to the club for more than one generation. Or so I hope, because that's what I wrote.