First, let me inform you know disappointed I am with Blogger eating my brilliant post that I finally got around to writing Friday. Doesn't saying I was disappointed make me sound calm and in control of my emotions, unlike what I would sound like had I said how furious I was and how stupid and useless Blogger was? Heh. I realized I was disappointed and perhaps even somewhat perturbed; after all, I did spend a considerable amount of time composing the blog entry, using big words and everything. It wasn't that I was trying to impress you. I was actually stating a load of excuses for lack of blogging, but trying not to sound like I was laying down a bunch of justifications. The main reason for not getting totally bent out of shape over the disappearance was simply that it was not a life or death situation (doesn't that make me sound all grown up?) As much as I'd like to, I also admit that I will not be able to reproduce the post exactly as I had written it the first time around. No, this post is not an attempt to do so.
Basically I typed on and on about my lack of blogging and writing. How I've posted pictures and called them a blog post, when in reality it wasn't any more than being lazy and using shortcuts. How I'd signed up for NANOWRIMO but managed to write just over a thousand words so far. How I used my mother's visit as an excuse for not blogging or writing my novel. Her visit lasted seven days but that excuse sounded feeble even to my ears. Too busy? Nope. Oh, yes. Now I remember: I also used the lack of laptop or notebook as an excuse for not producing literary brilliance. What load of stinky stuff. As if sitting comfortably on the couch or in bed would make me more productive. If you buy that one, then I have this invisible house cleaner I can lend you at a good price. Yeah, not really. On the other hand I do have 10 days to produce just under 49,000 words. Yeah, even can't stop laughing at that one.
So. Tonight will be a full moon. Will you be out there howling? Me neither. Too cold. The day is beautiful though, all sunny and pretty blue sky and I'm inside because that's the best way to enjoy a crispy day.
Now that I've blah blah blahed long enough, the reason I actually started to write this post was to say that I finally finished reading The Friday Night Knitting Club by Kate Jacobs. About time, indeed. Well written and enjoyable. Much better than some of the other "knit fiction" out there. If you haven't read it yet, prepare yourself with a box of tissues for the last few chapters. Seriously. Definitely worth the read.
Cheers. I'm off to knit.