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Do you miss me?   


I miss blogging.  


I miss having time to write on this blog.  


It's just not in the cards right now.  As I mentioned last week, life has been busy.  The good news is that it's all good stuff.  I'm so excited about the CJSTUF Art Auction tonight.  I've also been busy being satirical at Insert Eyeroll and imparting my knowledge on a variety of topics at Richmond Mom. My recent article about pediatric cancer received an interesting response from a representative of the Children's Cancer Research Fund.  You should check out her comments and my response.  Add your own two cents while you're there. 


I'm distracting myself in my own blog.  Back on topic. 


So what else is distracting me from blogging?


I'm continuing to work on the book.  I went through another major edit over the weekend.  Back to the publisher for more ideas, tweaks, and suggestions.  We have some important news to share, though, and I'm sharing it first with you, my devoted readers.  We have a title and a cover!


Want to see it? There it is! That's my book! That's the cover of my book. Can you tell I'm just a little bit excited?  The cover photo is one of my favorites, taken by my good friend, Jamie.  


In addition to the book, I'm working on designing my personal website.  Soon (hopefully soon), this blog will be ported to the new site and I'll have all kinds of fun ways to interact with my readers and continue my writing.  


Of course, I can't be a REAL writer without a head shot.  My shutterbug husband snapped a few photos of me the other day. Which one makes me look like a real writer?  Most of my Facebook friends seem to think it's the black and white pic that's the winner.  I like them both.  


 





So while you may not finding me writing here with great frequency, there is still a lot of progress being made. I think the blog might take a back seat. I know it's temporary. Stay tuned! 








Comments

  1. I like the black and white picture too. You look thoughtful... and isn't that what a writer is supposed to look like.

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  2. I like the color photo. The greens are beautiful and frame you so nicely.

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