I have not written in my book in weeks.
I don’t know what to tell you. There’s the fact that our house filled up with people–two separate friends who needed a place to stay are now more-or-less long-term residents in our home. We love them and love having them here, and their moving here also created upheaval. There are other things going on causing upheaval too that will be revealed in time (ahem we might be moving soon).
There’s the fact that my son brought home a newborn piglet who required around-the-clock nearly non-stop care and then died, prompting emergency vet visits and midday funerals and sadness.
There’s the fact that my other blog went mildly viral recently and so I had to spend all this time watching my stats skyrocket over there. Important work.
And the fact that my husband has become a performer and there are performances to attend, and childcare shifts to cover.
And the fact that my business is sucking up about ten hours a day.
All of which is to say that I haven’t been writing because I am making BULLSHIT excuses.
I’m not finding an hour a day to write because I’m not.
Tomorrow. I will begin again tomorrow.
Besides, YALLFest is Nov 9 and I will have SOMETHING to show. Maybe. I hope to meet Lev Grossman there finally. Get a book or two signed. Maybe meet an agent. Anyway. Maybe I’ll have a presentable draft? Odds are… crap. It won’t have been beta’d.
Anyway. Hi. Sorry for not updating in forever. Thank you for your patience. We now return to our regular programming.
(Those books in the background? Were written by people who did not let bullshit excuses stop them from writing. None of them was me.)