Whenever possible, I try to write a new post here on the blog at least two or three times a week. Lately ye olde blog has moved to the back burner. Without a dose of my wry sense of humor and insightful observations, I’m guessing many of you have had a totally shitty week.
I’m sorry. Between travel, a hectic schedule at work, the start of the football season, and ongoing attempts to launch my writing career, I’ve been busier than usual. Believe me, it sucks for me, too.
September and October are always busy months at work. Because of a new grant and several big projects, this year has been even busier than usual. You won’t hear me complain–at least I have a job.
Even my weight loss plan has suffered. I haven’t had time to ride my bike for more than a week. Like that’s not bad enough, traveling has meant eating a lot of stuff that’s hardly worth the Weight Watchers points it costs. On the plus side, I’ve started going to Zumba twice a week, and kinda sorta started the 100 PushUps program. My weight has stayed almost exactly the same the last two weigh-ins.
Me and the triathlete I call my boyfriend hit the road with our two chihuahuas last weekend to visit my family in Roanoke. We drove up Friday, and returned to Athens early Sunday. Saturday we watched the Kentucky football game and then went over to my sister’s to watch the Georgia game. At least Kentucky won. My Dawgs are 0 and 2. Sigh.
I’ve nearly finished reading Writing the Breakout Novel. Talk about eye opening! Because of this book (the third I’d add to my list of must-read books for aspiring authors along with Thanks, But This Isn’t for Us and Stephen King’s On Writing), I’ve gone back and made all kinds of changes to Addicted, both major and minor, and added nearly 15,000 words. I’m bound and determined to finish it sometime in the next few weeks so I can focus on revising Glass Houses starting in November.
Next month I travel solo to Lexington for my 35-year high school reunion. I’m really looking forward to seeing everyone. My dance card for the reunion is filling up fast, as is my social calendar around the reunion. Unless I get a major intestinal bug or something in the next few weeks, I’m not going to hit my goal weight in time. My partner has lost forty pounds since we started Weight Watchers while I’m stuck at twenty-two pounds. Damn ice cream.
In November I’m driving down to Jacksonville for a conference I haven’t been to in several years. Maybe by then I’ll hit the goal weight I set for my reunion. Better late than never. After the conference, I’ll be spending Thanksgiving and Christmas with my partner and the dogs, right here in…
My Glass House