Should Have Looked At What I Was Leaping Into

I'll blog again. I promise. Just trying to manage all the new client work that came marching into my office and did a wonderful tap dance number on my head. I am not complaining (just in case you felt the need to call it that), because I am rather happy with an army of writing work barging into my life, because such an army comes equipped with money. Money has a funny way of paying for mortgages and soda pops. I sort of planned and hoped that having a writing business would have actual writing work to keep me occupied. So, I am very, very, very, very happy with this current occurrence. But I'm also busy. I am also really hoping that I'll eventually feel like I have a handle on this new life of mine (one that I think will be 'easier' when I officially work my last day at the factory of soul sucking). Right now, I feel I'm trapped in the middle of a tornado and just waiting to be tossed out the other end. Though hopefully, the tossing will be on some plush pillows that happened to be left out by the neighbours -- because if you can't trust neighbours to toss out pillows than who can you trust? So yeah, please excuse this rather neglected blog, but I'm hoping that this will become a very active place again, real soon. Because I like it here, especially when you come and visit.

Plus I still plan on posting that very special piece that I mentioned in my past post. You'll want to come for that and revel in its specialness. Or something.