Saturday, 26 March 2011

Whoops! Career Blip

Oh darlingses, guess what? I have lost one of my little writing jobs, probably for being a bit too "witty" which possibly did not come out as witty but as divisive.

I try to be good, but then I think of something funny to say about the postconcilar period and ... la la la!

Anyway, I like money and fame, so go forth and find Auntie Seraphic another writing job. How nice it would be to write for Our Sunday Visitor or the Catholic Herald, hint hint.

Meanwhile, I am off on pilgrimage to York Minister, which has graciously allowed Catholics to invade and revel in the architectural splendours that were once ours. (Sigh.) Oh, yes, and ask the intercession of the martyred St. Margaret Clitherow.

Update: Oh darlingses! Guess what? It was really for clericalism AND (at the same time) not being conformed to the mind of a cleric (not even a bishop) of whom you've never heard. This is in some ways extremely funny.

11 comments:

fifi said...

Bummer! Hope something else comes your way soon. Maybe you will have time to write another bodis-ripper (wink) - loved the first one!

Kate P said...

Aw, I'm sorry to hear that, Seraphic. I do hope you have a great time at York Minister and that will ease your mind and lighten your heart.

fifi said...

Or perhaps I should say "finish the first one" but please write another one after that ! :)

Julie said...

Boo. I am much jealous of your York pilgrimage though.

Meredith said...

Bah! Their loss!

Hilary Jane Margaret White said...

Ah yes, "divisive".

You divided Canadian "liberal" Catholics from their cover. How COULD you?

some guy on the street said...

Oh, seeing Meredith there, will her Auntiness be writing for Dappled Things?

Anonymous said...

Sorry to hear it - I agree with the "their loss" comment. Are we allowed to know who it is? (I've been behind in my reading lately)?

Would be happy to write them a letter asking where your column disappeared to.

Isabella

Seraphic said...

No, thank you, Isabella! I appreciate the thought, but it wouldn't do anything except maybe hurt the person who stuck her neck out for me in the first place.

I think the subscribers will notice my sudden disappearance--since my column was so different from other features in the paper--and draw their own conclusions.

On an amusing note, it might be a wee bit harder for the paper to credibly assert its courage to speak "truth to power." It is significant, I think, that early critics weren't as angry with what I wrote as with the editor for printing it at all.

Seraphic said...

Dappled Things....I can't write poetry to save my life!

some guy on the street said...

It's not just poetry; see, for instance The Birthday Suit (not what it sounds like!) and some hints you personally don't need.

Cheerio!