The art festival begins at 10 am Saturday morning. All day I’ve been running around trying to be someone who knows what she is doing and driving a truck that used to be owned by a drug dealer. (That’s a story for another day.)
I have taken moments to check comments here (thank you cell phone). And while I’m too tired to write thoughtfully on much of anything, I did get some feedback on my writing! Exciting and terrifying at the same time.
A huge thanks to every person who took time to read even a tiny portion. And to you who took time to read the whole thing, and comment, wow. You’re incredible. I’ve been worried that someone wouldn’t read it and worried that someone would. Of course. And wanting and not wanting comments. And thinking that no one would read it even though I asked and put the work out in cyberspace.
One of these days I might stop being ridiculous.
In the meantime, I want to mull over some things, and so I’ve changed the status of most chapters. Really, if I’m going to have something out there, I want it to be better. Now I see how it can be better. So why leave it out like is it?
I’ll rework it. I’l try again. Stay with me. Please.
Marta Pelrine-Bacon 
Oh I’m right here. 🙂
Good luck at the art festival! Bet you’ll sell lots of stuff. 🙂
Thanks, Darcs.
Aw, that probably means you took down the chapters. Darn. I was planning to read it after things settle down here. How about when you need fresh eyes you send me the whole thing?
It’s a deal! But don’t worry because it might be a while.
” I’ve been worried that someone wouldn’t read it and worried that someone would. Of course. And wanting and not wanting comments. And thinking that no one would read it even though I asked and put the work out in cyberspace.”
This exactly captures the feeling of sharing one’s work!
Good luck at the art show Marta-
Thanks, Sarah. At least at the art show all the comments were positive!
Hope it is a fantastic show for you, Marta!
Staying put, don’t worry.
Glad to see that the festival seemed to give you what you wanted from it. Last one, I seem to recall, you were so freaked out by the logistics of exhibiting that you were exhausted before you even set up!