Back before returning to a full-time 40 hours a week job, before even doing freelance for a few hours a day, back when I was just at home with my then quite wee son (who is now MY HEIGHT), I spent a lot of time blogging. At least five times a week, sometimes as much as every day.
And I loved it. Still do, actually. I love sharing my thoughts in a public forum, and I liked having the chance to talk with people who perhaps were not inside my Brooklyn apartment, since that was about the extent of my world at the time.
Now I am out and about in the world, and there’s Twitter, and a full-time job, and a son who doesn’t require every waking moment, but there’s writing and life and housework and all the stuff inbetween (not to mention, I’m ten years older, so naturally am about thirty years tireder–my sleep life is measured in dog years, I think).
And I miss blogging! I am going to try to be more active (I’d say “regular,” but that just has some unpleasant connotations).
So let’s see. I am reading ALL THE TIME, I am watching the first season of Sons of Anarchy on my nights to myself (the no-free-time-at-all spouse isn’t interested in watching it, so we’re not wasting his time with it), I have come around to liking certain espadrille shoes and non-Fage Greek yogurt, and I am still frustrated with my inability to read a map. More anon.
I am working on a proposal for another book in the vein of Vanity Fare, and also looking forward to my June novella, a historical titled Her Betrothed’s Dilemma, and a full-length historical in October called What Not to Bare.
What are you up to?