Thursday, December 15, 2005

Writing, Wrapping, It's All Good

Now those were some great memories last week, and I hope I never forget 'em! In fact, I may just go out and try a few do-overs ... nah. It's never as much fun the second time around.

And as for waiting a week, or more, to post again ... well, 'tis the Season. To Procrastinate, that is. Should I write or should I wrap, that is the question. Trying to squeeze in a little of both. Unfortunately, deadlines reign supreme, on both ends, so something's gotta give.

And that would be sleep. Which, unfortunately, will affect both tasks rather unfavorably. My rough drafts look an awful lot like a badly wrapped package, and there are quite a few of those piling up in my closet right this minute. At least I can edit the bad writing; there's no help for Santa's helper.

Just excuses, and right now I better start thinking of some good ones.

Thursday, December 08, 2005

Thanks for the Memories ...

This came from True Blue Semi-Crunchy Mama ... and I can't wait to see what happens next!

Please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL MEMORY OF YOU AND ME. It can be anything you want–good or bad–BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE. When you’re finished, post this paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON’T ACTUALLY remember about you.

Wednesday, December 07, 2005


"Santa's bald underneath that hat, you know," my six-year-old announced this evening.

He is? I didn't know that! You'd think by now, at my age, I mean, I'm even a Certified Santa's Helper and everything! And I had no clue.

"Yep, that's why he wears the hat all the time. It gets pretty cold up there."

Just one more example of the parade passing me by. What would I ever do without my kids to set me straight?

Where's Everybody Goin?

Late to the party again.

Apparently, on my momwriters (tm) list there was a big to do that started last week, and everybody was in an uproar over the weekend, and I'm still figuring out what happened. As if the parade went by at full speed and I'm still watching for the Garfield balloon.

Life happens (yes, I actually have one), I miss a few emails, and all hell breaks loose. Hurt feelings and anger fly around me, nothing really touching me. At first, I thought it was mainly a few members who were probably going to be leaving anyway. But jumping around on some blogs, there's a real division going on, and I'm torn as to what to do.

Should I stay or should I go? Maybe try out a few more writers lists? Maybe dump the whole "online community" idea since I'm such a failure at keeping up anyway. Would I even be missed?

My good friend recently told me at one point she spent up to 5 HOURS a day keeping up with her blogroll. I'm lucky if I can spare 20 minutes to catch up on email, scan a couple blogs, maybe post on my own (maybe not).

Maybe I should go back to x-stitching my evenings away, and leave this internet stuff for the young insomniacs.

So did I miss the Garfield balloon?