Why Absence Isn't Making My Heart Grow Fonder
I have many things I'd like to write and post here. However, I'm physically limited these days in how many words I can write. I have a novel to finish, a long official report to compile, and deadlines on both. I also have to show up on my own current-project blog because it's only three months until Book Day for COLD WELCOME, and make at least token dashes into Twitter and Facebook. Which means...I'm not here, saying all those trenchant, important things about What's Going On or (perhaps more usefully) Writing in the Present Moment. And I apologize. Twenty years ago--even ten years ago--I could have done it all. Now I can't. Reality bites. BUT I have a whole satchel full of ideas for when I've met both deadlines and slept a week to recover therefrom. Meanwhile, here's a picture of a deer in the backyard eating acorns and then deciding it was time to leave, on December 27, 2016:
