I’m reading a book right now that is not in my usual “genre” of stuff I read. This book fits in the category of “chick lit,” which is defined as, “…genre fiction, which consists of heroine-centered narratives that focus on the trials and tribulations of their individual protagonists,” but it also isn’t. I will be posting a review sometime soon when I’ve finished. About 20 pages in, I managed to suspend my “I don’t read this kind of story” mentality and was captured by the story. I want to know what happens next and look forward to the moment in my day when I can sit down and read some more.
That says a lot for the book and the writer, but I can already recommend it. The book is Blind Turn, and the author is Cara Sue Achterberg. I’m only about 60 pages in, but I’m no longer reading to write a promised review. I’m reading because I want to find out what happens.
In other news? I’m painting garden signs, and none too soon. The first seed catalog arrived yesterday. That’s BEFORE CHRISTMAS. Gurneys clearly wants to beat out all the rest of those guys, beat out Burpees, beat out Johnny’s Seeds, beat out everyone, and it’s filled with vegetable garden porn. Lettering is the challenging part of this for me, but I’m getting better at it. Maybe I should’ve paid attention to my brother when he tried to tell me about the challenges of lettering, but I had a hard time caring. I couldn’t see 40 years into the future when I’d be lettering signs myself.
There’s no question this whole year has been the pits and the virus the deepest part of the pit. You can’t vote out a virus, but yesterday I took stock in my Etsy store and this morning I realized I’d never have done what I did this year if I hadn’t more-or-less been “liberated” to do it. I like being a working artist. It’s the best job I’ve had yet.