a banner day
The previous one was just so loooooom-y.
It was making me feel all sorts of trapped beneath a large rock, hunched over and ducked under. Seriously, it was bumming me out. This one is much more Under the Tuscan Sun I think. Not that it was intended to be. Because if I had gone for Italian romance, without a doubt I would have ended up in another region and genre entirely. Asian horror or Icelandic tragedy maybe. Caribbean suspense perhaps. But certainly not Italian romance.
For the life of me, if I'd know where it was going I probably would have screwed it up -- such is my wont. But I didn't. So I didn't. Let go and let God as they say. And though that might be a bit over-the-top for a blog banner, you know, it'a metaphor. A little reminder. There are such things as happy accidents. And I just need to remember to let them happen more often.
It was making me feel all sorts of trapped beneath a large rock, hunched over and ducked under. Seriously, it was bumming me out. This one is much more Under the Tuscan Sun I think. Not that it was intended to be. Because if I had gone for Italian romance, without a doubt I would have ended up in another region and genre entirely. Asian horror or Icelandic tragedy maybe. Caribbean suspense perhaps. But certainly not Italian romance.
For the life of me, if I'd know where it was going I probably would have screwed it up -- such is my wont. But I didn't. So I didn't. Let go and let God as they say. And though that might be a bit over-the-top for a blog banner, you know, it'a metaphor. A little reminder. There are such things as happy accidents. And I just need to remember to let them happen more often.
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Oops. . . sorry all. The old banner, here.
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