Today I had on my list to send 10 booking emails and I sent 13. There’s something in me that resists sending them; I’m not sure why. Fear, I suppose, that the recipient won’t write back. Which is silly. Usually they do.

I am my own booking agent. It’s not an easy job. There are people that write to me. I have a little form on my website and people write to ask me to come play house shows. It gives me a little thrill to get them.

Today I sent emails to people in Grand Island NY, (which is waaaaay up near Niagra Falls), Rapid City, SD, Somewhere in Wisconsin, Somewhere in VA, Alpharetta, GA, Chattanooga, TN, and Rock Hill, SC. All but one of those is from someone filling in the form.

I love playing, I miss playing, I think I’m pretty good at it. Better than I used to be.

I used to dread gigs, now I am excited for gigs. Really look forward to them. So that’s progress. The fear isn’t completely gone. There’s still a little catch of fear. But the joy and excitement is exponentially more.

The lawn is painted with golden light and long shadows.

My reward for sending at least 10 booking emails is a long walk, during which I listen to podcasts.

I like the BBC4 podcasts. They have great podcasts on history, culture, and science. Here I go.