Baby steps
November 6, 2003I’m writing every day just to see if I can. Some people are writing entire novels this month. Me, I’m just writing.
I’m writing letters to my family. I’m writing postcards and thank you’s that are long overdue. I’m writing in my journal, trying so hard to pay no mind to the crooked lines and uncrossed T’s.
The task isn’t nearly as ambitious as writing a novel, but I don’t want to write a novel.
I’m writing, just writing, to see where my ideas take me, following them like a trail of scattered breadcrumbs.
I'm Christine, and this is a slice of my life—a sweet, rich, wildly indulgent slice that would taste really good with a scoop of Breyers vanilla bean ice cream. Read more >>
I run a darling, friendly, little graphic design studio.
I look on the bright side.
I take photos. Lots of photos.
I wish on stars and on websites.
I built my first web site 7 years ago and got 15 seconds of fame. (It changed my life.)
I launched, then relaunched, an online magazine.
I admitted to several embarrassing crushes.
I consumed more bacon than any human should and lived to tell the tales.
