While residing in the Treasure State (Montana), I naturally go about looking only at the ground and filling my pockets with shiny rocks. In other words, not much has changed since toddlerhood.
If you like agates as much as I do, head on over to Etsy where you can buy dendritic moss agates and petrified wood from the Yellowstone River at my store, “A Tree Grows in a Stone.” I’m just getting started, so it’s not terribly exciting yet, but I currently offer polished and raw stones in their natural shapes/forms, with more to come once I get some tools.
CLICK HERE for 30% off any item in my Etsy store.
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If you’ve been following me for all these years and you’re wondering where I’m at with my photography, here’s an update: My photography has gone nowhere recently. I have some projects in mind but the inspiration to start on them hasn’t struck. Until then, photo-taking is taking a temporary backseat while I focus on completing my novel, which is an absolutely enormous project that’s taking me FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER. Seriously, I had no idea what I was getting myself into when I decided I wanted to become a novelist. Forget writing a dissertation that was over 400 pages, writing a novel has been a bonkers. Seriously, my novel draft is a grizzly bear who wants to cache me someplace so I ferment nicely.
I’m now fully convinced all novelists are nutjobs. If you ever meet a novelist who doesn’t come off as at least partly coocoobananas, they’re just introverts doing a good job of hiding their extravagance. Personally, I am fully coocoobananas at this point. But wasn’t it always a bit tenuous? (My exes will all say YES.) I’ve been working on my novel for about five or six or seven years and it’s still in Choose-Your-Own-Adventure mode (though not nearly so good as those books we used to read as kids). My manuscript is a mess. I’ve changed the genre, plot, and theme. Every once in a while I kill off my eleven-year-old protagonist just for fun. I am making progress, but it’s progress that’s akin to Mercury Retrograde because it gives the illusion of moving backwards. It’s confusing and confounding and messy and causes me to stub my toes and drop things. I tell myself it’s taking me this long because I’ve needed to spend all of this time following my little protagonist through her world, discovering the adventures that are truly hers. (We shall see.)
Thanks for checking in!
P.S. My original Instagram feed was deleted due to nudity. I reopened it a while back but I’m sticking with animals instead of boobies. I realize for some of you this may be disappointing. Sorry. You can still find me at @j_e_n_n_y_r_i_c_e.
P.P.S. You can also follow me on Substack, which I promise to make truly active soon: @atreegrowsinastone.
A sampling of the Yellowstone Dendritic Agates I’m now selling on Etsy.