As happens so very much more than I should ever let on, last night I opened this window and stared at a completely blank input box for about five minutes.
Earlier in the day, when I was in the shower, I'd thought of a great post idea, and now, now it was gone.
It'll come to me again at another inopportune time, I'm sure.
But last night, I made a different choice than running my cycle of social media platforms two, three, seventeen times before heading to bed.
I opened up Evernote and picked up where I left off, writing the first chapter of my book.
I made some tea and some toast, dug up the box of notes and copies and journals from that time and brought it upstairs to my new(ish) microscopic writing corner in the living room and I wrote.
And it occurred to me that I'm going to need people to read this thing, before it's a thing I send out to people as something worth publishing. Of course I have some people in mind that I know will be honest and fair with both me and my words, but I thought I probably should get some outside opinion on this thing, right?
UPDATE: If you want to help a sister out, whether you just want the juicy raw deets of my life or because you have a PhD in Creative Writing, shoot me a message somewhere with your email address. I'm trying to be organized and smart and starting a list. Thanks so much for the response so far!