So, I bet you thought I must have died or something, eh? Wondering where I've been? Why I haven't posted? Or did you just assume I was one of those people who got tired of their blog and quit all together? Well shame on you! You aren't getting rid of me that easily. Mwa ha ha ha. For all of you FM Writer folks out there, I wanted to tell everyone that I signed up for Zette's 2 year novel course. I can't wait to get started, I've got this wicked idea. And I'll be writing the last half of Savage Eden at the beginning of next year. So my novel dance card will be full. I've got a few short stories being worked at the moment also. I've got 'The Heart of Amun' still in rewrites. Yikes! And Maakna, version 2, is still in progress. I hit a snag trying to get everything I wanted into the first version. So I'm writing the same story two more times, two different ways. If nothing else it'll help me flush things out a bit. And I can slap the best bits together when I'm through. I've got such class, eh? ;)

"I'm not into beastiality...if I were I'd know how to do that pounding animalistic sex thing."

Don't ask. Just a glimpse into the mind of a dear friend, thought I'd share. And I wasn't even talking about sex! I swear!

Okay, onwards and upwards (out of the gutter). My schedule this month is chaotic. I've put myself on leave from the crit group because I can't get myself around to writing let alone critting. Christmas is fun, but leading up to it sucks a royal fatty. Not only will I be travelling for half the month, but I've got uber amounts of work to do here before I hit the road. I won't bore anyone with the details. You should be thanking me.

I still don't have a job. Have I applied to any? No. Why? My last job sucked so bad I'm scared to death to get back into the work force. But my mother gives me a daily ration of 'you need to get a job.' Like I don't already know. Besides, I don't have the time for a job this month. Too much to do, too much to do.

Another glimpse into the messaging madness:
" Once upon a midnight, dreary. While I pondered, weak and weary. Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore...."
"you pulled and yanked and stroked a fury, on that long and wide man, deary. 'til he 'sploded on my reary. quite a day in crystal yore."

Saved for posteriority. ;) Okay. Enough for now. I'll be back with more info later. Through my madness, I'll try to make a point of blogging routinely for all of you huddled and blind masses.