Sorry.
I know I have people who check my blog regularly and expect it to be interesting, but some things have happened that I can't think about, let alone put into words. If I write it down, then it's real, y'know? At this point I'm still waiting (and hoping) for it
not to be true; I don't know how long my mental adjustment will take.
It's been hard to write because I need a certain lightness of heart for
Your Alibi, and that's just not happening. I'll push through it, though. I have like six chapters left. I just have to make myself do it, even though that's going to be like rubbing salt on exposed nerves. I don't much care about finishing this novel, but I'm not a quitter, never have been, so I'll tough it out. After this, I'm going to work on something darker. Probably I'll do what I did with
Falling and just start writing, see what happens.
I know this is cryptic, but I feel like I owe my readers a semi-coherent explanation. What it boils down to is that I lost someone I love, and that's never easy. Anyway.
A few points of interest:
- Got new furniture for the den. Mmm, suede.
- Got a new TV for the den. Mmm, 46 inches.
- Going to Puerto Vallarta next week. Mmm, seven days on the beach.
- Going to Chicago in December. Yuck, snow.
- Going to Paris in May. Très bon!
So what's new in your world? I got nothing.
That's a particularly Southern thing to say, isn't it?
But thanks for the kind words. I'm pretty hard to keep down.