Unplanned Hiatus

I can't believe it's been over three weeks since I've blogged. Admittedly, my life has been a bit busy. Aside from the job that pays the bills, CJSTUF has been gearing up for our next big event (next Saturday!) so I've been busy collecting items for our silent auction and tying up loose ends for the whole she-bang. I'm still writing, too. I wrote another piece or two for Insert Eyeroll and covered a story about the Ringling Bros. circus coming to town for Richmond Mom.

The problem is, at the end of the day, I'm tired. I have plenty of things to write about and there is no lack of source material. But I also love curling up with a good book or watching a movie or TV show as the day winds down. My latest obsession is old episodes of Monk on Netflix.

A few of you have asked recently about my book: Four Seasons for Charlotte. We are, indeed, working on a Spring 2012 publication date. I'm hoping for May. I am in the process of working with the publisher on final layout and all the other itty bitty details. I've already secured some advanced praise for the book and I will soon be hitting up media outlets and reviewers for more endorsements. Don't worry because when the time comes, you won't be able to get me to shut up about it. That is, until you buy a copy.

With all of that, my personal blog has taken a back seat. I suppose this happens to just about everyone during their blogging experience. I'm hoping it's a phase. I am sure that I will find time and make it a priority again. I still love the writing thing. I just need more hours in the day. And energy.

For now, hang in there. Thanks for sticking with me. I promise I'll be back!

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