The Perils of Not Sharing

I know it’s a weird thing to say with a blog like this, but I am a private person. And one thing that aggravates me, but I can’t figure out how to get around it, is when someone does or says something that hits too close to home, to something I don’t want to talk about, and certainly not to that person. And yet, if they don’t pickup on the cue that I’ve changed the subject or stopped talking, I feel like I’m kind of being forced into disclosing something I don’t want to disclose to the person who’s already kind of trampling on my feelings.

I really hate it.

Especially because I’m pretty sure I’m a trampler myself, sometimes. But ugh.

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Finishes

1. The octagon afghan. And it came out of the dryer so soft.

2. The story I told you about yesterday. I even sent it off on submission.

3. The first chapter of “Ashland.” It’s not perfect and, like all first things, will have to be revised substantially once I write the rest, but it’s done. And even, I think, kind of scary.

4. I am going with “Return to Hill House” for the replacement Hill House afghan. It’s lighter than the first and uses some different yarns. We’ll have to see how it goes.