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Yeah, yeah. I know. I’ve been MIA for a bit longer than I had anticipated. I could fill this space with all kinds of excuses like:

  • We moved…twice. (And I’m still unpacking and looking for crap I KNOW I own but can’t find)
  • School ended.
  • Summer school started.
  • Summer school ended and now I have a bored 9 year old demanding my attention 24/7 while the husband is working out of town until the velociraptors come home.
  • An important doctor’s appointment for the child that required driving across the state. We had to do MORE blood work and now we’re waiting for the results as well as an appointment with the state’s ONLY pediatric geneticist. (This is the one that’s been stressing me out the most).
  • The sun has been shining and there’s NO snow on the ground, so I’d prefer to be out soaking up Vitamin Sunshine instead of working on my pale & pastie complexion in front of a keyboard. Especially if it involves a beach and a fire-pit.

See what I did there? I filled up blank space with excuses. OK, you have every right to throw a shoe at me for that. Now I’m trying desperately to get myself back into the writing schedule I was finally happy with. And I’d like to start with an author interview. Continue reading

Oops…Sorry About That!

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I forgot to write a post for this week. Oops.

This week has been such a whirlwind that I’m not even sure what all I did. I recall scheduling surgery for my eight year old son. He has to have two teeth extracted. Because he’s non-verbal and autistic, we’re seeing a dentist that specializes in special needs kiddos. She recommended, for his comfort and safety, that we schedule it at the Children’s Hospital where she can put him under and do the extractions, cleaning and x-rays. She also assured me that because he’d be in post-op, I’d have the help of the nurses to comfort him when he recovers. THAT is huge.

And my vacuum decided to kick the bucket on me. The bastard. Now I have to go shopping. I hate shopping. I know…a woman that hates to shop. Well, unless it’s for old fashion stationary, purple pens, and of course, BOOKS. I could spend days in a book store. Ebooks are great and all, but I still love the feel of a paper book. Much to my husband’s dismay. Every time he comes home, there’s a new stack of books waiting to be read. Continue reading