Well... I thought I had blog guilt before, but now of course I've gone way past tardy and right into neglect. What do I have to say for myself? Um... I'm still alive? :} I'm feeling a bit like Ron Weasley, showing back up at Harry & Hermione's camp after running out on them for weeks. *Gulp* So, yeah, sorry, but I have been terribly busy and things have... gotten in the way, and...
Oh, never mind. You know how it is. But, honestly, with everything that's been going on, I have missed my little blog here. I randomly check in on all the other blogs I follow and it's like peeking into a room full of friends, but you can't join the party 'cause you're supposed to be studying.
I've got a minute now, though, (the barest minute) to stop and chat, so lets commence with the general catch-up we always have to do, shall we?
In the land of make-believe, yes I saw Deathly Hallows Part II, and yes, it was fantastic. Well... I have to admit I was pretty disappointed in the final Harry/Voldemort showdown... I mean... where WAS everybody? But the rest was superb. And Snape... no words. Alan Rickman was perfect. But, you knew that, didn't you? I mean, you have seen it by now... right?
Since then I've been waiting on tenterhooks (thanks for adding that phrase to my vocabulary, Ms. Rowling) for the release of the newest installment in the Dresden Files series: Ghost Story. I've listened to every book in the series so far w/ my son on audiobook (I've edited some parts here and there, for his young ears... which are growing older by the day), and now we've gone back to listening to the last one again (Changes) just to keep us from freaking out in anticipation. We should have the new one soon. Very, very soon... (that last one left us on the world's largest cliffhanger, so I feel like we've been holding our breath ever since).
And then, of course, I've been reading (with my eyes this time, on actual paper) The Passage by Justin Cronin every little down moment I get (which is usually fleeting - a moment in the car if my husband's driving, a few minutes between bites on my lunch break...). I originally became aware of this tome's existence when I saw it on a Borders book shelf ages ago (ok... so about a year ago) and was completely captured by the storyline, but was too broke at the time to buy it. Then, a few months ago, Mr. Cronin happened to come through my town for a book signing. I heard the announcement on NPR, which prompted me to go out, buy the book finally, and get it signed. I did, and he did, with the mysterious message, "All eyes." I didn't know what it meant at the time (not having actually read it yet... seems odd to have a book signed that you haven't read, but I had faith it would be good... sometimes you just know), but I do now. And I'm about halfway through. If you've read this one, don't tell me how it ends. I'm currently under it's spell, and hope to give a report once I'm done.
In the really real world, my garden is growing and overgrown. The child is now a teenager, and my husband and I are taking full responsibility for his corruption. (He's graduated to watching old Beavis & Butthead episodes which we happen to have on DVD... who says we don't have class.)
I am still writing. I've finished a short story but haven't gotten it published yet. Still working on the "big" story and toying w/ the idea of expanding the short story idea into more stories. All of which, of course, have been recently placed on the back burner as I deal with the demands of a working summer. Autumn can't come soon enough.
In the virtual world (a sort of fiction/reality hybrid), Molly, my favorite blogger (yes, she is... the rest of you can get in line... there's nothing I can do about it, it's done.) is back in business, spinning off craziness and pure brilliance in a way only she can execute. This is part of what brought me back here, so if you're at all glad I'm posting again, you can mostly thank her.
And then, in a virtual/really real world collision, my dear friend, GingerGirl, has been going through all kinds of adventures in Foodie Hell. Go read. She'll explain. But I will say this: it's interesting, when one of your closest friends is diagnosed with more food allergies than you ever before thought possible, how you start scrutinizing all of your own food... too see if you can still share it, or if you must keep it a safe distance, because you've seen first hand what a slip-up can do. It sort of pulls your heart in uncomfortably odd directions, like being drawn and quartered.
I will be back soon. I hope some of you are still around, that you see this, and that you know how much more I want to be here than I actually am.
I am still writing. I've finished a short story but haven't gotten it published yet. Still working on the "big" story and toying w/ the idea of expanding the short story idea into more stories. All of which, of course, have been recently placed on the back burner as I deal with the demands of a working summer. Autumn can't come soon enough.
In the virtual world (a sort of fiction/reality hybrid), Molly, my favorite blogger (yes, she is... the rest of you can get in line... there's nothing I can do about it, it's done.) is back in business, spinning off craziness and pure brilliance in a way only she can execute. This is part of what brought me back here, so if you're at all glad I'm posting again, you can mostly thank her.
And then, in a virtual/really real world collision, my dear friend, GingerGirl, has been going through all kinds of adventures in Foodie Hell. Go read. She'll explain. But I will say this: it's interesting, when one of your closest friends is diagnosed with more food allergies than you ever before thought possible, how you start scrutinizing all of your own food... too see if you can still share it, or if you must keep it a safe distance, because you've seen first hand what a slip-up can do. It sort of pulls your heart in uncomfortably odd directions, like being drawn and quartered.
I will be back soon. I hope some of you are still around, that you see this, and that you know how much more I want to be here than I actually am.