3 baby steps

some weeks ago, i wrote a local website and asked if they were accepting contributions. some days ago, the editor wrote back and asked what i could contribute. accordingly, like any english major worth her salt, i made shit up. 

thanks to that question, i am, apparently, now contributing that made up shit.

this is both a hilarifying reinforcement of the age-old adage that when it rains it pours and an alarming reminder that i have no idea what i'm doing. but it's also a reminder that that feeling, that uncertainty, that sensation of spinning in six directions at once isn't all bad. in fact, it's really rather lovely. if you let it be.