She’s alive!

Yes. I am alive. And thriving, for the most part.

See, I figured it’s only fair to give you lovelies an update after 6 months’ absence. So here we are! For the most part, I’ve been doing the working mid-twenty-something thing, working full time at a tasting room. I mean, what could be better than selling wine (or, as I call it, the adult happy juice?) well… getting paid for writing could be better, but that’s something that will come.

And come it will! Hopefully. Soon. But who knows. Ya see, I finally finished a first draft of a novel!

*throws confetti and glitter*

And while that’s a wondrous milestone for me (who has like 12 working drafts they’ll happen eventually okay?) I don’t think I fully appreciated the Herculean task of editing. *cries writer tears* It’s not that I don’t want to do it. I do. A lot. It’s just that I didn’t realize how much more work there was to do to make this story what I want it to be.

HOWEVAH! All is not lost nor is it hopeless. I’ve done a fair bit of editing thus far, and while I recognize that I’ll have at LEAST 5 drafts before the thing is finally done, I’m loving the process. I’ve had at least one beta reader finish and give me feedback, and knowing that someone (even if it’s my mama) enjoyed the story, makes it all worth it.

So that’s what’s up. Wine, and words (both of the written and read variety). I do want to get back to writing my little pieces here, and hopefully as things further settle for me, those will come sooner and more frequently than they have.

On that note, I do have one final piece stockpiled in the notes. And after this wee little update, it only seems fair that I share it.

Consider it as a teaser. And a promise. A promise that The Modern Bard will get back to her shenanigans.

Love you, my dear readers!

See you in the next post.

KU

P.S. I just noticed that I have 392 readers (or so wordpress tells me) and I cannot express my gratitude, nor my appreciation and awe, that so many of you dearies have found my blog through one means or another. So, from the bottom of my ink-stained heart, thank you.

I must get the kettle before it starts screaming in earnest.