I'm a bad blogger

In all reality it probably doesn't matter that I'm a terrible blogger. I'm pretty sure that no one reads this other than me anyway. But just in case . . .

My book is at a stand still. I'm still pushing things around in my head and recording them on my groovy cool little digital recorder thing, but I can't remember the last time I put anything on paper. The closest I've come to writing has been commenting on Jennifer Apodaca's blog. (If you haven't checked her out you should.) Between my two jobs, my two kids, my two dogs and the fact that I require approximately 6-8 hours of sleep per night, I don't get a lot done. I'm a slacker and I know one day I'm going to be sorry that I didn't get my very first book written. Maybe when my kids move out . . .

In the meantime, I'm still plotting and coming up with brand new complicated story lines that I'm not sure I could ever pull together into a cohesive story, but I'm willing to spend my entire commute working on it.