While I’m learning this new editor program and trying to retrain myself to blog regularly, these blogposts will consist of words. No fancy-ass staged photos, softly focused and featuring items that will reassure you that I am an Appalachian woman, a writer, a witch and a priestess. If you don’t get that from the words, you will be, sadly, left in the dark. I’m sure I will find ways to follow the in-crowd soon enough but if you want clever or sarky or symbolic photos (from me or others), head on over to Instagram.
This morning I finished this round of edits on the book that is coming out in August, “Seasons of a Magical Life.” I added some more terms to the Glossary, reviewed the Author Bio, ran a spell- and grammar-check. Those are always eye-opening, those checks. The program insists that certain things are incorrect and must be amended. But it is so easy to click “Ignore,” and I am right back where I’ve always been, going my own way and ignoring how to better myself, according to the lights of my betters.
Tugs forelock.
What all that means in practical terms is that it’s time to sign up for Medicare and to decide on the next writing project. There are several to choose from–like most writers, I am always juggling that new thing that is demanding attention with that old thing that was left undone. This year will be filled with promoting and talking about these two new books–doing podcasts and other interviews, maybe even booksignings!
But my heart is already yearning to discover new worlds and thoughts through words. And maybe some pictures later.