As I write this, there’s a piano tuner in my house (not a device, but a type of person… though I suppose he’s using such a device, so both). When there’s someone else in my house, I can’t actually seem to get anything worthwhile done, so I figure it’s as good a time as any to mention something. Note: I’m sure I’ll shelf this and republish it later due to some insecurity, so don’t be alarmed if the timestamp indicates an hour in which no reputable piano-tuning person would be working.
Over the past few months, I’ve been working on a project that I haven’t talked much about. Anyone who knows me knows that I’ve had lots of false starts in my life… of several different creative pursuits, none of them ever seem to take. There’s always some financial hurdle, or some component of the enterprise that I can’t stand. I’d gotten to the point where the seeds of doubt were sown so early, I didn’t even try.
So, with much belaboring… and some more belaboring… and a pinch more belaboring… OK, let me back up. See, I’ve been in social media hibernation (and social hibernation, for that matter… motivated by fear and anxiety, not disdain, mind you), and it seems silly to make a personal announcement like this, but it has a purpose. More on that in a minute. Alright… Here it is: I am currently 53,247 words into writing some sort of novel, or something.
Check it out - I’ll be illustrating my husband’s forthcoming novel!
