Amid being buried in finals (14 page final-paper due tomorrow), juggling the kids (Bean proclaimed proudly that he was bad in church Sunday), and being excited for that book I may have mentioned coming out later this month (still no exact date or linkage yet, alas) I’m also pondering a little housekeeping here at Dandelion (rapidly bearing down on a million visitors- CRAZY!).
This blog has been a godsend to me in countless ways over the five and a half years I’ve been writing- ways I never could have foreseen or imagined. Friends and loved ones have come into my life through this thoroughly modern medium, opportunities and projects and chances to share have opened up, and surely my sanity was quite literally saved by the support given to me during the immolation of the life I thought was mine. Who knew that was gonna happen?
Much to my constant amazement, this little project just keeps growing. There are periods of rich output with substantial blossoms of words, and weeks where the fields lie fallow and I struggle to dig up simple sentences. But maybe naming it Dandelion was more than happenstance, because even during the neglect brought on by crazy life and school and all the crap the universe can throw at me, it just keeps flowering.
Today, I find myself wanting to know about you- who you are, why you find time in your own busy lives to read about the insanity that is mine. Part of me thinks it might be like watching a trainwreck- one can’t look away and simply has to see the next spectacular car go off the rails. And yet, there are thousands of you who evidently find something of value in what I contribute to the collective universe- and this astonishes me.
So…tell me about yourself. Tell me about your life, and why you take a few minutes to come and read about mine. Dish, mamas. I wanna know.