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.
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Heh. I taught archery. At summer camp. It is definitely my someday wish to have a piece of property big enough to have a little bow-and-arrow firing range. Much quieter than guns, and if you hit someone, it's usually not fatal.
Usually. Not that D. doesn't have lead tipped, illegal darts with his illegal blowgun/paintgun, or anything. Got to watch out for the quiet sports.
I hope Italy is refreshing. Wish we had time/funds to meet you there.
Hey - I gave that thing away!
Me? I wish we had funds to meet you guys somewhere, too - If we'd known earlier I'd have had you smuggle in my camera lens, 'cause it's still stuck in customs!
I realize it won't be quite the same as your fancy piece of equipment, but we did get a new digital camera recently! We will take plenty of pictures and then I will eventually post them for your viewing entertainment.
Ooh! Venice! That sounds like fun. We are talking about going to Japan and China next year, but I want to go to Italy, too!!
You look super cute in your Ren-Faire dress, by the way. Next time you come to visit, maybe we can play with bows and arrows in our yard. We have a giant bow that is like 5 feet tall or something similarly ridiculous.
If it takes better pictures than my stupid cell-phone, you're way ahead of me these days. :)
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