It happens every other year or so. I plan a little bloggy break—just a little break, mind you. Three weeks tops.
Then, about six-months-to-a-jillion-years later I think, “Oh! Right! The blog! I have one!”
That’s my problem with blogging; when I stop writing posts, I really stop writing posts. I almost aggressively stop writing posts.
I’m sorry. I don’t mean anything by it. It’s just that my mind, dazzled by the extra time on its hands, flits elsewhere. I’ll become obsessed with crossword puzzles. I’ll polish the neglected baseboards in the living room. I’ll dig into the collected works of Neil Gaiman and intimidate myself with just how awesome a writer the guy is. I’ll teach creative writing classes and (ironically) remind my students that “You have to keep to a regular writing schedule!”
Or, I’ll putz around trying to come up with The Great American Picture Book, which, I admit, has been really slow going.
The point is, I’m back now. I have things to say and news that I will dutifully report on in the coming weeks.
The image at the top of the page is a clue as to one of those stories. Also I have more news (a sequel of sorts) regarding the image below:
So, again, sorry. And sit tight. I have tales to tell.
And how have you been?
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