I’m going to need a new tagline.Posted: January 11, 2012
My first task, when I decided it was time to take myself seriously as a writer by beginning to build my platform, was crafting my tagline:
Finessing Bipolarity. Writing horror. Studying ghosts. All without forgetting to feed the chickens.
That line is attached to every profile, on every social media site I have. I love that line. Especially the part about the chickens. I imagined, when I penned it, that I would always have at least a couple of hens tucked away in the backyard.
Life is full of surprises.
The girls are currently fine, by the way; nothing terrible happened to our little flock of nine. They will, however, be needing to go to a new home – because my beloved husband came home from work in the middle of the afternoon today. Suprise! The economy finally caught up with us. Our only significant breadwinner is officially out of a job.
We’re ok. We’ll be ok. But there are likely some big changes in the future for us – changes that will probably preclude chicken-keeping.
I’m reeling, of course. And I’m wondering what this means in relation to this “taking myself seriously as a writer” business. But mostly – weirdly – what I can’t stop thinking about tonight, is the fact that I’m going to lose my wonderful tagline.
What could I possibly reference that would be as charming as chickens?
UPDATE: After a
good night’s sleep, I’ve figured out the solution: I will get nine goldfish, then name each and every one of them “Chicken”. Problem solved. Right?