Hi! How are you? I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever. You look good. Is that a new haircut? It suits you.
I had all these grand intentions for the new year. After my brief hiatus at the end of 2011, I was going to come back strong. Regular posts, thoughtful yet entertaining content, and general awesomeness. I was also going to make sure that I read every blog that I follow (which is a metric crap-ton, let me tell ya) and leave encouraging, well-thought out comments on each post. In short, I was going to climb out on the prow of this luxury liner that is blog-land, spread my arms and shout, “I AM KING OF THE WORLD!”
I thought that I heard a humorless laugh, the drum of fingers on a tabletop. But I ignored it.
That was The Universe, scoffing at my hubris. Right before it punched me in the gut.
Now, this isn’t an excuse (okay, it kinda is), but it is the best explanation I have for my slackassitude.
That’s not to say that I haven’t been doing stuff. Cause I have. I can prove it!
For a few months now, I’ve been reading Terribleminds, the blog of author, Chuck Wendig. I like him. He’s funny, gives great writing advice and he encourages reader participation on his blog. In fact, he quoted a comment written by yours truly on one of his posts (it’s at the very end). That was all kinds of cool. (Now, I gotta warn you before you go clicky-clicking over to his site. Chuck has a bit of a potty mouth and by “a bit” I mean Tarantino-esque levels of cursing. This doesn’t bother me in the slightest, but I know that some are put off by it.)
Anyway, Chuck wrote a book about a woman who can tell how a person is going to die just by touching them. I haven’t read it, but I’ve heard good things. As a promotion for the book, he started a tumblr blog called This Is How You Die. He asked people to submit how they hope they are going to die, how they expect to die, or how they are afraid they will die. Kinda morbid, but right up my alley.
The day before he launched this project, my grandmother died. Because of this, I had a clear picture in my mind of exactly how I DIDN’T want to die. So, I submitted my wish for my death and he posted it. He’s still taking submissions if you’d like to participate.
Also through Chuck’s site, I found out about Bear 71, which is “a documentary and installation about the life and death of a tagged grizzly bear and the surveillance that surrounds this bear. The experience will present at Sundance New Frontier this year — information here.” We were invited to become part of this installation by submitting a three sentence story involving one of eight animals. Well, I did. And they posted my story. And there was much rejoicing (yaaaay).
And, before you start thinking that I’m obsessed with death and dying, I’ve also posted a few new things over on my Retro Fun tumblr blog.
For the past few months, I have also been working as an unpaid intern line editing novels for Musa Publishing. Yeah, whole freakin’ novels. I work 8 hours during the day as a disgruntled insurance agent, then come home and pour through hundreds of electronic pages looking for comma splices and run-on sentences. It’s challenging work, but it’s also great experience.
Oh, and have the editing I do for my critique group. And then there is the book I’m trying to write.
So, yeah. I apologize if my blog-life hasn’t been a priority lately. I’d love to promise that I’ll do better, but I can already hear the dry chuckle of The Universe again.