Opened a bookstore…
but haven’t posted the thousands of vintage books I adore.
Deconstructed my bathroom…didn‘t put it back together yet.
Released hundreds of ladybugs to police my garden…but the garden has fallen into disrepair.
Moved my bookstore to a new location…still don’t have all the fixtures up after 8 months.
Wrote the first 75% of three novels…but not the last 25.
(This is my plot bunny, Fred. He works overtime.)
Called home my fierce protective nature… but haven’t integrated my tiger.
Built my neighbor a small deck and steps…never sealed the wood.
Designed a new store website…haven’t created it.
Refinishing a Drexel coffee table…still needs two coats of tung oil.
Consented to a temporary job…
haven’t quit the goofy thing.
haven’t quit the goofy thing.
Started editing a book on art therapy…
haven’t done the final polish.
haven’t done the final polish.
Organized a book on writing…
my friend decided not to write it.
my friend decided not to write it.
Sent my mystery novel out to an agent…
once.
once.
Wrote a comic book and got it half-illustrated…
but not published.
but not published.
Created a writing blog...
not posted on it for two years.
Studied shamanism for two years…
have yet to journey for anyone but me.
have yet to journey for anyone but me.
My new watchword should be FINISH.