Yes, it is 11 days into the New Year, but that’s okay. Because look what I can say!

–the revisions were absolutely and completely accepted for the book that will be titled Vanity Fare by me under the pseudonym Megan Caldwell.

–I’m working with a chef to create recipes to be included with the book. So nobody will have to cook up the lame stuff I could possibly create!

–I am loving my Kindle. I completely did a 180 (and doesn’t it crack you up when people say 360, because that just means no change at all?), and am now e-reading all of the time. The library has a big part of that–they lend out e-books now, which means I don’t have to go physically pick it up. And yes, I donate money to both of my libraries (Brooklyn Public Library and New York Public Library) each year for the joy I get out of their services.

–I got to go to Le Bernardin, the New York restaurant owned by Eric Ripert, the foxiest silver fox I know. Plus that French accent! I wore a bright red jacket, and we sat in the middle of the room, and that was cool, since mostly everyone else was wearing black. I felt like I was starring in a movie! The food was amazing. Like lick-the-plate amazing. Dream of it amazing.

–Work is great. I love my job. I am also tired a lot of the time, so I’ve developed a bad habit of napping after work. I have to break that habit, it just means I don’t get everything done I need to. On the other hand–napping!

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I will be attending TWO writers’ conferences in April–the first in New England, with the Delightful Phone Friend Myretta, and the next the Romantic Times Conference, where I’ll see Amanda McCabe and other writer friends, and get to meet Robin, who’s my Reading Twin.

…in defeat, not in joy. Okay, sometimes in joy.

See, I love my job. All of them. But that means I don’t have time to write anything down here, so I’m totally embarrassed at how long it’s been. So then I don’t post, also ’cause I got nothing to say beyond, ‘working/tired/working.’

See how that works? It’s one of them Catch 22-type things.

Things are much the same, too, which is also a blah. For you, not for me–things are okay, beyond the working all the time/tired all the time stuff.

So, um, how are you?

So this month is the RWA National Conference, which I’ll be attending, and also doing a workshop (with Liz Maverick). She and I’ll be discussing Social Media, so yay. We know tons more about it this year than last, and last year was fun. I felt knowledgeable and stuff!

I haven’t been writing, but have been pondering new projects and counting WW points so I will hopefully not be as much of a house as I’ve morphed into. Maybe I’ll be less a Florida room, or something. I refuse to buy new clothes. Refuse.

I’m enjoying the nice weather, and the fun Frampton boys, and even survived a weekend visiting my mom (!). Wait–have I become an adult?!? No. I’m likely just tired.

Anyhoo, I do feel kinda (read: VERY) lame at not posting more often here, but I do post a lot of stuff at the day job, HeroesandHeartbreakers.com. I complain less about my personal life there, thank goodness.

This is one of my new favorite songs:

(Yes, those are enormous bear heads).

Okay, so it’s been FOR-freaking-EVER since I posted here, to which all I can say is: Honestly, there’s so little going on you’re just as happy I’ve been quiet.

I have been writing, perhaps a few words a day, which is an improvement from before. Not sure what I would do if I had to write more than, say, 100 words, but at least I am opening the document and moving forward, albeit at an infintesimally slow pace.

Work is great. I love my job. It is very busy–I bring my lunch, for a host of reasons, but the upshot of that is that I am at my desk, nearly non-stop, from 8:00am to 2:30pm, eating at my desk and stepping away only to microwave food and other such business.

School is winding down, for which the Spawn is quite grateful. He seems to have finally adjusted to middle school, just in time for it to be over.

I saw Thor, which I greatly enjoyed. I want to see it again.

I rejoined Weight Watchers (see that ‘always sitting at my desk’ thing, above), so I am committed to not buying new clothes, at least not unless I can buy smaller ones.

And…that’s about it. Sad, right?

I’m looking forward to warmer weather, but not to how some NYC women decide to dress for the climate. A tip from me: We don’t want to see as much as you want to show. Just saying.

In the past two weeks I’ve:

worked a lot
not slept so much
went to LA
did Conference-y things there
did NOT write
am STILL recovering (have I mentioned I’m an introvert? And there were a mooseload of people there?)
read a whole lot
considered–yes, actually considered–a re-read, since the Delightful Phone Friend has almost persuaded me. Then that opens up the whole other topic of WHAT to re-read. Right now it’s A Notorious Rake by Mary Balogh.
gotten increasingly excited for Game of Thrones on HBO.
Will likely post here again, when I can.
Now off to do something reasonable, like put laundry away (let me know when my work is done, okay? Thanks.)

No, not what you think. I’m at the Riskies today talking OED and stuff.

In other news, life and work are still kicking my ass. Finding time to read, and feed the Framptons, but that’s about it.

Hope to settle down next week–I had a big project I was working on that should be over as of Tuesday. We’ll see if life settles down at all.

I stink at this ‘maintaining every thing in my life as I did before even though I now work almost full-time’ thing.
Exhibit A: This site. I love chatting about things that bother me, I like mentioning what I like, or don’t, or whatever, but I just haven’t found the time to hop onto the computer and

not

do work.

Exhibit B: The laundry.

Exhibit C: Getting back to people on non-pressing emails. Again, stinkage is me.

Exhibit D: Not finishing lists. See? How I just did that? I am SO dada.

Not much besides work has been happening here; today is St. Patrick’s Day, so I’m rocking the green shirt, green earrings and black socks with shamrocks. That makes me happy.

Tomorrow is Friday, which now means I celebrate like the rest of the working stiffs. (which means I get to go out to dinner rather than cooking).

Oh, and FRIDAY is Friday (she said tautologically), so I’ll be at the Risky Regencies. With something to say. One hopes.

This is my latest aural obsession.

In other news, I am still working a lot, and am gradually figuring out how to do a variety of things.

And, hey, I actually managed to work out today! First time in a long time–and I did not start weeping at the gym. Yay!

I haven’t been posting here as often because there just isn’t much to report–I wrote last week, one day, but still haven’t cleaned my baseboards. Le sigh. They just might be the bane of my existence.

Oh, so some links; last week, I blogged (as usual) at the Riskies on Friday, where I drop a little Megan science; then I’ve been doing little bits at HeroesandHeartbreakers, such as nail polish fiesta, and a few other Morning Coffee items.

So–to recap; can’t wait for spring; too busy to write consistently, but still working on story in head; waiting for delicious news from Agent; am still fond of dark-haired actors with accents.

The worky thing I’m doing at work (natch) is ramping up, so I’m working a lot (including now! A Sunday!), and won’t be posting for a bit.

BUT it’s all good, and I am doing okay, and I miss being able to share and vent and obsess here. So I will return when I can.

So my silence here–and to the offline world in general–is because I am adjusting to working four days a week (the fifth day is catch-up day, thank goodness, and occasionally there might be a nap involved).

And I felt as though I were getting a handle on everything, and might even be able to work on my own writing last night when we had to head to the doctor’s for my son. Nothing serious, but we wanted to make sure his headaches were in the normal headache-y range of things, which they are.

Of course, that was a timesuck that ate all the ‘free’ time I’d allocated to writing. Le sad.

Tonight the Son wants to go to a talent show his school is having, which is good since he hasn’t shown much school participation, so I’m not going to dissuade that; then Thursday my cousin arrives in town for the weekend AND I have a work-related author event thing to attend (where I’ll see some nice people, too, but it’s not something I can just blow off for whatever reason). And Friday is the day I will likely collapse.

But I am soclose to being able to write again, almost getting things organized and handled and all.

(And meanwhile, of course, I have the new season of MI-5 to FINALLY see, plus that darned Amanda McCabe got me hooked on the Vampire Diaries, so I’m glomming that, and I’ve got RITA books to read and so on . . . It never stops, but at least I am never bored).

So that’s me. How is everyone else doing?