I write. That’s the point of the blog. I also create art, take photos, and learn. I’m passionate about all of those, but they have ups and downs. It’s my birthday, and I’ve been thinking about the future and what lies there, just out of sight.
I was listening to a podcast by professional photographer today, and they were talking about how oversaturated the market is – no one is buying photos. Gat out and shoot just because it makes you happy, they encouraged. Not because you think you’ll hit big. So today I gave myself thirty minutes of photography time at a favored destination for prairie flowers. I’ve never had any intent of becoming a pro… I just love it.
I also managed the time today to read back over about half what I’ve written on the East Witch thus far. And I like it. I was worrying over pacing and continuity, but they feel sound, and my characters feel alive. Which means I might be able to write again. Because I love writing. Not because I wanted to publish this by December, which is likely not happening. But simply because I want to tell this story.
And because I’m doing inktober, I got new pens for my birthday. Which was fun to play with tonight, drawing a picture, then adding more to it. With those things, the Ginja Ninja making carrot cake, and the birthday greetings I have been deluged in, it’s been a great birthday. The First Reader will take me out for Korean food tomorrow, and that makes it perfection.