I'm Not Dead Yet . . . .

It has come to my attention that there is an odd rumor floating about that I might have died. I am happy to say, this rumor is most definitely untrue. I have been living a rather busily insane life through the holidays, and once the insanity died down I stuck my head in my pillows and hid for a while. I'm recovered now, and though I am not yet sure how much of my sanity has returned, enough of it is back that I can post a blog at long last.

On a more casual note, the holidays were good. My little brother spent a week painting a beautiful miniature dragon for my birthday, but I can't get my pictures to upload from my camera. I'll post them when I do. My in-laws took us to the Homestead Resort in Midway for Thanksgiving, while Christmas and New Years were spent at home and at work.

Not really anything much of interest going on around here. I've just been really, really busy - and I must admit a little discouraged, due to the lack of writing time. Sometimes I wonder if I'm living a pipe dream with my writing aspirations. Part of me knows this is what I'm supposed to do, but all of the "what-if's" get a little discouraging at times. I know, I know, I've just got to get a thick skin and keep submitting, but some days that's easier to do than others, and the passing of another year without having my dreams find a home always makes me a bit melancholy.

But enough of that. One of my resolutions for the new year is to get organized and to write something every day, including blogs. I've done pretty good so far. Hopefully I can keep this one going for a long time.

"It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by. How else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the moment? For the moment passes, it is forgotten; the mood is gone; life itself is gone. That is where the writer scores over his fellows: he catches the changes of his mind on the hop."

~Vita Sackville-West