What it is

I haven't been posting much lately (just pretend you've noticed) and it's kind of stressing me out. Just a little bit, just when I think about it, but just enough. I put so much pressure on myself when I get ready to write here, all of which is unnecessary since all of (the two of) you who read this probably aren't looking for Pulitzer material. If you were, you've probably realized your error by now. Recently, I visited a friend from my Montreat days. It was a wonderful visit for a variety of reasons. Among the many (many) things we talked about, blogging happened to be one of them. "Just write what you're doing," I told her, "simple narrative stuff and the rest will come." Maybe I should follow my own advice.

This is what I have been doing today:

Writing! A good, two solid hours of work. It felt amazing to get back to Rob and Trish, and to realize how close I am to being done with this last revision. Now to actually being done with them...and entering the stormy waters of agent searching.

But writing wasn't the only thing I did today...look what else I was up to:


Painting! Finger painting! On old grain bags! Maybe I am abusing my exclamation mark privileges, but it was the perfect creative outlet for the day. I love writing, but it tends to leave me both exhausted and thirsty for more creative expression. This was about as low key as possible – no brushes, on the back porch, complete freedom, good music and beer. Big, bold, no pressure, because the 'canvas' came from the dumpster a hundred feet away. Plans for both include favorite quotes and maybe photos. Or not.

And yeah, that's what I've been up to. Good times, my friends, good times.