Oh, lord, lord, lord! Lords and ladies!
I said I was gonna do it and I did it. I wrote, well...not a novel. I mean, it's a novel. But it's not a novel yet, o'course. But what it is is 50,044 words of a novel with a beginning and a middle and an end. It's bones! It's a frame! It's a thing that could turn into an honest-to-god novel!
Oh, mofos. Dearest mofos. I am beyond pleased. I am also grateful for your forbearance during this bloggy drought. I promised you entries in the meantime, and I gave you NOTHING.
In the next days and weeks I will administer CPR to this languishing blog and revive it. It's holiday time after all, and there's much to tell. Babies are getting larger! Bloggers are getting smaller! Snow has fallen!
And novels have gotten their bad selves WRITTEN. Sma-boing!