I admit it. I'm writing this post, literally just so that I've written a post. I probably shouldn't bother. They tell me that having an ill-tended social platform is worse than not having one at all, but the truth is that I like blogger, and I want to be a part of it, but it's changing, and I'm changing, and 'there's always a fork in the road... at some point. And sometimes you have to go on one part of the fork and they gotta go on the other part of the fork. Or just down the back part of the fork while you go forward. And they're like, *sigh* Or they got a salad fork and you have one of the big dinner forks and you have longer to go but they're like done because that's it, they're stuck on a piece of food, that they *sigh* Theirs is a dessert fork or like one of those, you know small little shrimp forks or crab forks and you're trying to get out a crab. They're like that and you're over here jumping to the huge serving fork or something like that, or a ladle, you know.'
Still one of my favorite quotes ever. It's just so freaking true.
Anyway. I've been plugging away at writing, working on both a Beauty and the Beast retelling (are you really surprised I'm working on another one of those?) and a memoir, and a super secret project that we're not talking about publicly yet, because it's still in the itty bitty baby stages and no one wants to jinx anything, or count chickens before they're hatched. Other than that, I'm just treading water mentally and physically. More than ready to be off Coumadin, and ready to have been off it long enough to know that I'm not going to suffer any complications from coming off of it.
Not much else to say, so I'm going to leave this post short, and get back to plugging along on my writing. As another one of my favorite quotes goes 'Just keep swimming, just keep swimming!'