I love lists. I fought against them for a long time because my mother, the amazing Lynda, insisted I create them. She wanted me to make them for packing to go to camp (“You’ll forget something”), to remember all I had to do in a day/week/assignment (“You’ll forget something”) and for some other reasons I don’t really remember. (I’m fairly certain she thought I was going to forget something.) Eventually, I realized the woman was right. I had my candle burning at both ends and that wasn’t enough. I grabbed more candles and immediately lit both ends on each one and you know what? I forgot stuff. (Stuff is even more than something.)

Fast forward to today and I am notorious for my lists. If it isn’t written down and therefore physically manifested it in’t real in my world. (It also isn’t happening.)

I have been so immersed in school, life, and work and I’ve had about a thousand ideas of things to write about. I’m going to prove it with a list for you that will also remind me to be better about blogging. Here you go:

• Speaking at Etsy in Brooklyn (OMG!)
• School is amazing and I’m actually a really GOOD student
• School is so much work when you really care about it
• My dad died…
• My library twin left Chattanooga
• My book is a real, physical part of the library landscape now and that is incredibly humbling

I promise I will write about this stuff soon. But life has kept me distracted. To press pause on life would detract from the honesty of what I’m trying to create. Stopping to write before life let’s me would be a serious disservice to it and I won’t do that. We’ll talk soon. I promise.