I haven't been good at blogging here lately. I've been incredibly swamped with all sorts of little things, and preparing for our trip to Venice (we leave a week from tomorrow--aargh! and yay!). I did write up a nice little feature about an illustrator on the YA blog, so that's something.
The truth is, I've been feeling a little blah, and I tend to blog less when I'm depressed. In no way do I see this blog as my online journal or my virtual confessional, my intimate thoughts separated from the world by the metaphorical wooden latticework barrier of my computer. Or something. No, I have Dr. Yoda for that. So I tend to just temporarily disappear for a little while in order to more effectively brood. So, sorry about that. That's what I've been doing.
I think vacation will be good. I get kind of sick of Mo-Town from time to time, and I've definitely been overworked and overstressed. Of course, in order to take the vacation guilt-free in the first place, I will need to stress myself out more by finishing several projects before I leave, but it will be worth it.
There's also the little issue of National Novel Writing Month, which starts the day after tomorrow. I definitely want to attempt it, but I don't see where the time's going to come from. I'm sure I won't make it to 50K without some sort of miracle. I do have an idea and a page or so of notes, so I'm not without a plan, but see, it's not the planning part that I'm worried about. It's the 8 days in Italy, the 500 other things I have to do this week, the cooking of Thanksgiving dinner and hosting of parents, and the lovable but aggravating little cat who demands my attention by misbehaving every ten minutes or so. Well, I'll find a spare minute or two somewhere, and I'll probably get at least several chapters into a new project, which will be good....and hopefully they won't want to talk to me on NPR again.
Oh, by the way, if you're on my Flickr contact list you can check out some pictures from the Renaissance Faire that we went to a couple of weekends ago, including several of me having fun at the reptile petting zoo and this snake (at left) deciding I was a nice place to hang out. I also got to try archery, which I'd been wanting to do for a while. How many opportunities do you get to try out a bow and arrow for three bucks? (Well, three bones not counting the exorbitant admission ticket.)