So much for being more consistent about posting here–as you can see, I have not.

I have no excuse, either. I am busy working at Heroes and Heartbreakers, where I post many times a day, and I tweet and do other social networking things–I just can’t seem to make it over here.

Okay, to catch y’all up:

–the recipes for Vanity Fare will be turned in tomorrow, then I am really, really done with the book–until it gets released.

–hopefully some good news about other of my writings. We’ll see, the Fabulous Agent is being, well, fabulous in her endeavors.

–I have braces on both top and bottom teeth. Makes eating hard. Which I guess is good, since I am also trying to lose what I call Macmillan weight, which is weight I’ve gained since taking an almost full-time job at Macmillan. But braces mean I can’t eat carrots with impunity. There is plenty of punity with the carrot-eating.

–And…that is about it. I really do like blogging, I miss it, but I just haven’t had time. Maybe soon, I hope?

Meanwhile, that’s what’s up. Thanks for stopping by!

I am a huge one for making resolutions in the New Year (not to mention, actually, making resolutions on the first of each month–that’s how nutty I am).

So my 2012 Vow is to return here in regular fashion, even if all I blog about is how tired I am, how great my job is, and how much I need to lose weight. Ahem.

Meanwhile, I will stay away, likely, until 2012 (not that I’ve been here in an AGE!), but then will try to keep my resolution–I love blogging, I love sharing with people, I just haven’t had the time (because of my great job), not to mention I’m so tired.

See what I did there?

So have a happy holiday season and a joyful New Year!

This is what I’ve been hinting at lately; the deal has just been finalized:

Megan Frampton writing as Megan Caldwell’s VANITY FARE, about a 40-year-old Brooklyn mother, recently divorced with a son, who starts writing copy for a bakery, discovers a knack for food-related literary puns, and becomes entangled in a love triangle, to Wendy Lee at William Morrow, in a nice deal, by Louise Fury at L. Perkins Agency (World).

The book will come out in trade paperback at the end of next year. The second round of revisions is done, so hopefully there won’t be too much work left to do on it. I’m all excited, and still can’t believe it, and glad someone besides my friends will be able to read it.

Yay!

I got my tattoo today–no pic of the actual thing yet, since it’s all still red and weird-looking. This is the sketch, but the artist added details when he did it for real.

It went well, it was painful, yeah, and I got dizzy in the middle, but it looks gorgeous, and by tomorrow morning the pain memory will be gone.

I’ve got a ton of work to do, in general, but more of it will be done in front of the computer here, so hopefully more sharing with y’all.

I would snark, but I’ve had two beers and artisanal pizza from the fabulous place down the street, so I’m not feeling it. Although if you’re wearing leggings with a short shirt and you’re not Kate Moss et al? Just don’t. For the sake of my eyes, please don’t.

I have been hoping to be able to post some cool news here soon, but I still can’t–so I close my eyes when it comes to my blog tab on the my toolbar, and hope I will still have folks visiting when I am finally able to share anything of substance.

Beyond the usual squeeing about British guys with nasty attitudes, cute shoes, fabulous wine, and my need for speed sleep.

Soon, promise.

Meanwhile, thanks for sticking around.

Still sick. Have an appointment with my doctor on Thursday, when he will likely tell me I am sick.

Yeah.

Turns out nearly everyone in the world is sick (CindyS, hope Bob feels better! I think I remember when he had pneumonia, awhile ago, that is if you blogged about it).

I am doing better, hoping to keep my napping to only ONE today. Oy! The worst part, for me, about getting sick is that I can’t work out, and when I don’t work out, my back tightens and spasms. Talk about adding injury to insult!

So today I did a light workout, hope that my back settles down and my head stops throbbing.

I plan on revising my own writing today, which I’ve been dying to get back to.

I thought I’d feel better today, but I don’t.

The Son is sick, too, but not as miserable as I am.

Meanwhile, there is SO MUCH I need to get done, and NO ENERGY with which to do it.

Back to resting.

(The worst part is that I don’t even have energy to read. Bleh).

Business first; I am over at the Riskies, which you can visit at http://www.risky regencies.blogspot.com. I am working on the iPad, so doing snazzy links aren’t possible. Feh.

Meanwhile, and I mention it over there, I am working on my iPad, because last night, disgusted with the state of my iMac keyboard, I took some cotton swabs, rubbing alcohol and cotton balls and cleaned it. I painstakingly removed each key, washed the key, swabbed the area under the key, and replaced said key.

When I went to plug the keyboard back in, the caps lock and the ‘a’ wouldn’t work. I fiddled with it, and now the keyboard won’t type at all, so I can’t log in, can’t do anything on my iMac. SO MAD! I mean, all I wanted to do was CLEAN the damn thing. I called Apple support, and they said it might be tetchy ’cause it’s wet, so I left it overnight.

This morning? Nothing.

The marginally good news is that a new keyboard will cost only about $50, so I won’t have to add insult to injury by spending way more money than we can afford. I mean, not that $50 is nothing, but it’s not $100 (says the woman who obviously did not major in math).

The first day of school went as expected, by the way; the guy was confused and overwhelmed, but was sufficiently calm at the end of the day to recognize where the source of his agitation came from. The most worstest part was when the bus driver called me, saying she couldn’t find him at the end of the day. Turns out she was using his middle name to call him, and of course he didn’t respond. Serves us right, I guess, for giving him a difficult to read first name. She will learn his name, however, and that will be fine. Oh, and he already lost his lunchbox, but I bet he’ll find that on the second day of school. Sigh. My distracted son.

(So when I promised to post more here, I bet this wasn’t what you were hoping for. Oh, well. More lively stuff to come when there’s a new keyboard on board).

Megan

So I am at the airport, waiting for the flight that will connect to another flight that will take me home to Brooklyn, and I am wiped out. But in a good way. It was an amazing conference, I am all thrilled again about writing, and what my agent (!) is working on with me, and I got to see some great friends, not to mention some lovely clothes (and some egregious items, but that will wait until I am in a less charitable mood).

More later, and I did take pictures, but those will be later, too.

Yay!