Ever since I moved to Philadelphia, I’ve wanted to get a tattoo. And having an array of inked up friends didn’t help. Tim and his amazing sleeves, Jay with his musical symbols, Allie and her cute blackbirds, etc. This handsome (and colorful) gentleman pictured, Brian Dicola, did a lot of their work. Also tattoos for my pal Ed, Erich…
Well, the list goes on.
Back in 2008, I had an illustrator create an amazing literature-inspired sleeve design that, despite how much I talked about it, I never got around to getting.
There were a number of excuses. I wanted to wait until I finished grad school. Okay, that’s done… well let’s wait until I’m actually a professor. Done? Oh. Well alright, let’s wait until I finish my first book. Ah. Finished. Yeah well… let’s wait til I have a non-corporate non-soul devouring work environment. I’m there? Hm. Well…
Again, the list goes on. Excuses.
In the end, I decided against the enormous sleeve and opted for something a little more simple. A tattoo (which became tattoos) that spoke to me as an aspiring writer, active blogger, English teacher, and all around bookish person.
And here it is. Well, here they are. Does this count as one tattoo? Hm. Whatever. Quotations marks. For all the many words I forget to say and write.
Thanks to Brian Dicola for helping me with this, and for being endlessly patient with me.