Last week I blogged about my new duties with my comic book publisher. I referred to it as a thread in the tapestry because of how it looked like it had come about.
I resigned from the new post today. Simply put, I wasn't a good match for it, and the strain of trying to do the job was too much, especially around everything else in my life. I was a wreck after about a week.
It doesn't change my point about how various elements of the writing life are threads woven into a tapestry. This just wasn't one of those threads.
Sometimes a thread is just a thread.