I have been so busy lately, that you may have noticed I’m not posting like I usually do over here. Between everything else on my plate and the new book, I have zero extra time, nada, zippo! It has gotten to the point that I am pretty much hiding from family and friends.

I’m reminded of a scene in one of my favorite movies, Somethings Gotta Give. Diane Keaton is a playwright whose sister makes a comment at the dinner table while guests are there that Keaton stays home “night after night after night” alone. Keaton later complains to her sister that the reason she’s home all the time is that she’s writing, and the only reason she ever managed to get married and have a child was because she ended up marrying the director of her plays, who was the only man she ever saw because, again, she was busy writing all the time.

Writing is really a solitary life. And, for the most part, I really don’t mind that other than the fact that I feel pressure from people who don’t understand why I can’t drop everything and go to lunch, go shopping, or whatever. If it weren’t for my husband and day job, I would probably also be like Keaton’s character and rarely see anyone when I’m into the heavy full-throttle writing mode.

I mean: you just can’t. No little fairies show up in the middle of the night and magically toss words onto your page. It’ all up to YOU!

So I apologize ahead of time to all my friends, family, associates, and readers if you find me missing now and then for the next few months. I’m here. I’m just writing and crafting and writing, and I’ll be back on board and posting again more regularly very soon! Promise!