Things have been busy here in Blog Land lately (obviously, right?). The old abode was starting to feel a bit cramped so I took a leap of faith and did what every naively inexperienced homeowner does – I packed up my bags and moved. I’m in love with what this new residence has to offer but I’m also intimidated by the sheer enormity of it. In other words, I have no freaking clue what I’m doing. The only reason I’m still breathing is because of a technological godsend named Julie DeNeen, who I’ll tell you lots more about later. In the meantime, just know that what you see is still a work in progress.
If you’ve been following this blog for awhile (hi, Mom), the first thing you probably noticed is the name change. Yes, folks, a few days ago The Novel chucked her training wheels and graduated to An Adventure Story. A few bittersweet tears were shed but like any proud mother, I can’t wait to see what the future holds for her. The best part is that her purpose and aim remain the same. Rest assured that my virtual baby will go to her deathbed trying to uncover novelty in familiarity and adventure in routine through writing – with or without training wheels.
I wish I could say that change is easy for me, that I find joy in transitions and excitement in unpredictability. But I don’t. Not at all. Since this process started a week ago I’ve been a stressed out, tightly wound mess (which is so not like me … cough, cough). And while I know some of you are reading this and thinking “geez, Kara, it’s just a website,” I have to tell you that to me it’s a whole lot more.
Everyday I give and I give and I give. Perhaps like yours, my days are congested with never-ending family and career demands that continually blind me from what’s important. This blog readjusts my glasses so I can see again. It’s my sole retreat, my indulgent sanctuary. So when she undergoes a major facelift, I worry.
Change is good, change is good, change is good.
Exciting things are coming.
(Until they get here you can find me watching YouTube WordPress tutorials, repeatedly mumbling “huh?” and chewing off all my fingernails.)