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Wherein I Gush All Over the Place

Hi, everybody. Are you still out there? Oh, good. Thanks for sticking with me. As those of you who’ve emailed me in the last, oh, two months,  know, I’ve sort of disappeared from social interaction of the virtual kind. Any spare seconds I’ve had (and the not-so-spare seconds, you know–the ones where I was supposed to be doing the laundry/vacuuming the dog’s bed/remembering how to take shower) have been spent on the computer, but instead of corresponding with actual, real humans, I’ve been revising the imaginary ones in my manuscript. But guess what?! I sent the revisions to Katie last week (Woot! Woot! WHEE!). I am free and clear and gnawing at my fingertips while I wait for her to read ’em and decide that either a) I did a pretty decent job and we’re almost ready for submission, b) it needs more work and I have to pretend I have no family or friends for another month or two, or c) my revisions were so off-base she chucked the whole damn thing out the window of the train on…

This is Big

Note: My apologies in advance, you guys. Might want to get two cups of coffee for this one, because it’s really, really long. I’m sorry, but I can’t help it. I talk a lot when I get excited. Two years ago, I decided to take the challenge of National Novel Writing Month–NaNoWriMo–and write a 50,000 page book during the month of November. I was writing already, but I needed a focus, something that was so big of a challenge (a novel in a month? Why not?!) it seemed almost impossible. Quinn wasn’t yet six months old. I think she was sleeping through the night. All I remember is being really, really tired, sitting in front of the computer until about 11:30 every night, and the gigantic mound of laundry piled up on the couch beside me. The end result, which made me so happy to complete, was straight-up terrible. The book, I mean, not the laundry. The laundry’s always terrible. One year later, after stripping that glob of words down to its basic framework and building it back up to about 70,000…

I Should be Balancing the Checkbook

Do you know how many ideas I have stored up for this blog in the sugar-addled, wine-deprived, sleepy noggin of mine? It’s a lot. As days pass there are a lot of “Ooh!” moments and “Ah, I can’t forget that!” experiences that promptly evaporate into tiny, mist-sized droplets that lodge themselves in my brain, bouncing around until the moment is so far gone I can’t remember enough details to write about them. I want to be posting all the time, I really do. But this parenting thing has sucked up my time (don’t you hate that??). I mean, the parenting and the organizing and the Christmas-preparing and the whining about how much my back hurts. Oh, and the simple fact that the only time I’m alone with my own thoughts is…uh…eh…yeah. So, in order to stay on top of life, I do not write. Which means that my house looks awesome when I don’t write, and my children are paid much better attention, and I remember to transfer the wet clothes from the washer…