It's been a while since the demise of The Write Girl and I was ruminating on the fact that it's been a while since I've blogged regularly and I actually kinda missed it. I contemplated getting started again. Frankly the thought of starting all over - collecting and distributing links, formating, etc, etc. - just seemed like more work than it was worth.  Lo and behold, I was cruising Swirsky's CW page and clicked on the link next to my name. Hot damn. I forgot all about livejournal. Where the hell have I been?

So here I am, dusting off a years worth of collective grime. I moved to Seattle almost a year ago. A year!

Did I go back to Idaho - not this summer. Am I happy in Seattle - totally. Am I writing - of course. Am I submitting - a bit. Right now Strange is still the only thing I'm really happy enough to submit, and as you might have guessed it is still a homeless wandering child. Last return was from Weird Tales. Not weird enough, methinks. Funny thing is I'm okay with that. Off to the next stop.

The strangest thing that's happened this year in the writing department is realizing for a while I literally stopped writing because I couldn't finish a short story. Actually, the problem was, most of them just kept growing. Ten thousand words in I realized I had the beginning of yet another novel and I packed the thing away and started something new.  Six starts later I gave up. That is, I gave up trying to write the short story. So I'm writing again, a full on novel. Kind of a giant  "f*uck it!" lets just see where the hell this goes...

In other news, my precious New Delli met with her demise a few weeks ago when she collided with the pavement after sliding off my lap and onto a wooden deck, then dropping another three feet to the ground. Brilliant. It was more than she could recover from. I'm still recovering from the trauma of watching it happen. We had two glorious years together and many adventures. May she rest in peace. And please let the data recovery gurus be able to pull all my pictures and music off the hard drive. Note to self: computers at happy hour don't mix.

That's all for now. Be good, but not too good, cause that's no fun at all.