Thursday, January 15, 2009

Horridly Lax

Well, not in general. Just here, on this blog.

It's just that I've got other "things" I've been doing. Namely, writing. I know, I know, blogging is writing. But it's not the kind of writing I need to be doing right now.

I'm still on an active agent search (two have material on their desks as I type) for Book One, and I've recently finished the first draft of Book Two. I've got a rhyming children's book that I really need to get back to, and I'm busy with other writing as well (online).

So tales of diapers and hapless husbands and life in the Boehme Hoehme has had to take a necessary back seat.

And, too, I've got three teenagers underfoot. (Disclaimer: The girls do not wish to be called "teenagers.") They're awesome kids (she says with utter disinterestedness), but they're still...teenagers. Or whatever it is they wish to be called.

And that can get...trying.

Add a toddler and a never-stops-talking nine-year-old to the mix, and you can see why I need to streamline my writing time.

I'm keeping this blog open, and will try to at least post a few melt-your-heart pictures of Molly from time to time. But mainly I've got to focus on Other Writing.

That, and getting rid of the ridiculous case of hives I've been battling for weeks. Molting sounds like a good idea right about now. I mean...have you ever scratched yourself so violently that you ended up with bruises?

Yeah. Bruises. I look like some sort of reptilian junkie.

So you'll excuse me if I'm not including a picture of myself with this post. It's bad enough that Eric has to look at me while rubbing doesn't-do-all-that-much creme on my back.

He's so good. He keeps telling me that I'm beautiful. His optometrist, on the other hand, keeps telling him he needs bifocals.

There you have it. Thanks for checking in. I promise I won't let more than a month pass next time!

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6of my readers are feeling chatty:

At 7:04 PM, Blogger Parrett Five said...

((Jill)) I have scratched so hard that I left bruises, and red lines that resembled bruises for days. And I've done it more than once. I can relate to your misery. It sucks!

It's good to see you posting though.

Parker can't wait until I can call him a teenager. He's excited!

 
At 10:53 PM, Blogger Connie said...

I'm so glad you finally posted. I've missed you Jilly!

 
At 1:33 PM, Blogger Kellybelly said...

Miss you!

 
At 1:41 PM, Blogger Lori said...

"I promise I won't let more than a month pass next time!"

Um, it's almost April.

:0)

 
At 8:55 PM, Blogger Kerrie said...

Just popping in to say I miss your stories about Eric & your sweet little flock of chickens. <3

 
At 7:17 PM, Anonymous Stacy said...

You are so funny. I just love your sense of humor.

I hope things are going well for you with your writing.

I recently had to return to the workforce, after nearly 13 years at home. That has been a very hard adjustment, but we are still hs'ing. DD has adjusted fairly well to it. Like I keep saying, "Life is no longer about what we *want* to do; it is about what we *need* to do." Dh's business has really gone down w/the economic changes, as well as due to other factors.

I loved the post about your son and how his reading helps him learn to write well. That rocks!

Take care.

 

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