Sorry Tolkien, but some who wander are lost.

That sounds more serious than the situation really is. Simply put, I am, at the moment, creatively wandering, and while not precisely lost, I’m still working out how to read the map.

About a week ago, I finally, finally, finished the book I’ve been working on for the better part of the last two years. I don’t like to give much away, but it is a work of non-fiction, and it took a lot out of me. Right now, I’ve got some trusted people reading it for me, so that I can get their feedback before I send my odd little creation out into the big scary world.

I’m stuck in a phase I like to call Oh Lord No One Will Ever Want To Read This. This phase has also overlapped with What Can I Do Next.

And I have some ideas, don’t you worry.

I suppose I’m just feeling the pain of separation. That book isn’t really mine anymore. At least, it’s not only mine.

Just hoping that the world will be kind to it.