All summer, I’ve been building. Pouring a foundation of contacts in the writing world. Hanging on high scaffolding to put the last few touches on the teetering bell tower of words that is my first novel, finishing it after years of work (I’m actually a little embarrassed that it took me so many years to revise it, but I think part of me knew that I just wasn’t good enough to make it shine until more recently). I’ve been laying all the bricks that have to nestle just so in order for my storytelling festival to be the amazing event I want it to be.
Not to mention I totaled a car, traveled over 6,000 miles, and attended two weddings and three conferences.
It’s no wonder I’m tired. I kinda feel like I could sleep all fall, but then I’d miss out on my favourite season (Leaves! Sweaters! Cider!) – so instead of sleeping, I’m going to find an agent, start writing a new novel, and plan a boatload of storytelling events for 2011. And maybe plan a weekend trip to Montreal, and sneak in some long bike rides by the river.
What are your plans for September?