I forget sometimes that I have this thing, this blog, and sometimes I’m just too lazy to start writing anything. My computer is in a cold and lonely place, and I’m far too comfortable snacking on ginger snaps in my warm bed with my yarn and my crochet needle, my TV remote, or my e-book reader. And when I do come down and work at the computer, I stick with e-mail, work, and for some strange reason, Facebook movie reviews—I pay so much for cable TV and internet service that I’m on a crazy mission to watch every free thing I can On Demand. Make those cable bills worth their while, you know?

Or I unpack some more and bask in domestic bliss with H.E., where he does most of the cooking, I do most of the cleaning, and the cat is a joyful little furry heater curled up by my side.

But while some of my friends and I have long forgotten about blogging or commenting regularly, my mom reads my blog and worries if I haven’t posted in a while. And Drew wonders if my hair has either grown another foot or fallen out yet. For all I know there may be readers yet unknown to me who look out for new tutorials, new covers, new riddles, or new Mondegreens on this alien barbecue, all waiting with bated breath for me to post something and chanting, “Post already, woman!”

Actually … I wrote a little something for Bam’s blog last week because I promised her one of those “How I Made This Cover” articles, but I haven’t sent it, and as it sits on my hard drive I think, “I should probably post this on my blog instead, as I’ve been neglecting it.”

But then that means I’d have to write something else to replace it. Hell! What to do?

So I’m going to have to unpack my trusty AlphaSmart and write in the comfort of my warm bed, I guess. I’ve so much to say and not enough determination and warm fingers to say it with. And maybe if I write in bed, some of it will get said.

Wish me luck.

Photo above is one that I took before the move of one of my dusty bookshelves.

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