With a children’s book, two novels, and several hundred essays under my belt, there’s a tender place in my heart for writing. I’ve met all sorts of people, some even famous. I’ve won and lost awards, gotten to present to groups ranging from 3 to over 300, and traveled to author events all over the South. I’ve signed autographs. I’ve even dressed in a giant manatee costume for a publicity stunt! It’s been a heck of a ride.
I’ve come to a fork in the proverbial road. I’ve bellyached over this all summer while floating in the steel pond. I’ve held bovine debates as I’ve racked up pasture mileage…should I pack up my manuscripts and head off to the big city, or should I start my own company right here in the barn and rock the publishing world? I’ve put myself through the wringer as I smashed simmering figs for jar after jar of preserves, asking some pretty sweet questions. Just because I can (a little kitchen humor there, folks) does that mean I should? Just because I ran down the dream, does that mean I have to keep the pedal down to make some time? Thanks to a whole bunch of thinking, floating, trekking, and a little Tom Petty I got that self-satisfying “pop” to seal the deal.
After much deliberation and flip-flopping, I have decided to disband the pursuit of blogging glory. I’m throwing myself off that hamster wheel of generating likes, views, tweets, and insta-stories. It’s time for me to turn my attention to other pots I have a-stewing and other dreams I’d like to run down. It’s been a fun few years and I hope you’ve enjoyed the weekly musings of Sunday Reader.