So far I'm about as faithful to this blog as I was to my diary as a teenager. There are huge holes where my job sucked up and devoured large portions of my life. Not complaining. I'm lucky to have a job, let alone the ability to write a novel.
Of course, it wasn't a job interfering with my writing as a teen, but simple laziness or lack of interest. Not that there wasn't good stuff going on. Duty calls. Pick back up on this later.
Or not.
