Fibula

Well, yeah...I'm still alive, still living in Westchestah...and James and I are doing just dandy. In fact, it gets better everyday. As I smile at the fragrant, dozen roses, jutting boldly from a vase in my livingroom, I'm reminded what a wonderful, sensuous man he is and how our relationship has progressed. Hey, we've even yelled at each other a few times

So, what compels one to not continue on with bloggety-blogging? Well, a myriad of reasons. For now, let me just expound on a few...deets will follow. K...here's the thingy:

Blogging...I was feeling like it was 'so last century'. I'd become a bit disillusioned with the whole premise. Blogging used to be fun...exciting...and somehow, I'd lost the zing for writing for writings sake. Blogging had almost become an albatross...or an addiction...yeah, that's it! And hey, I'd already been there and frankly, I'm not all that much into obssessing over words. Besides, summer was here. And who wants to bang out text on a keyboard somewhere on a sunny day? Okay, maybe really, freakish whiteys with pink eyes - or mole people or something like that...

Book deal...yes, I've ACTUALLY been writing, albiet, not blogging. And although I have a brief 'first four chapters' posted in my other blog, suffice it to say, there's a considerable amount more that I've written which is in the process of being edited or, so my agent says, "Ya story's good, but you're a sucky writer...we gotta get youse an editah." Okay, maybe not QUITE in that kinda lingo but, that's basically the jist of it. Editah...Agent...decent book deal...who knew? I might actually get the whole fuckin' book published...before the next millennium.

School...along with the writerly part, I've still been slogging along, wistfully dreaming of that day when I can hold that piece of paper in my hand and say, "Ta-da!" And, that's about it. So, why do I keep on? Because I can.

Travelin' and mostly motorcyclin'...I started the (generally speaking) motorcycle 'season' ('round the time I stopped ponying up verbiage for this 'er blog....May or so...) by slammin' into a buzzard with a fresh kill hanging from its beak and ended the season by breaking my ankle in Santorini.



So, yeah, here's the broken part - well, with a 'Greek' splint on here (I didn't actually get cast til I came back to the States) I'm laid up now for the next couple of months and well, I guess the whole 'from here to there' thingy needs some expounding. I'll get back to ya...


Stay tuned...news at 11.