My youngest child is now 3 and a half years old. My oldest? 5 and a half and now in Kindergarten.
To say I stopped blogging is an understatement.
But I didn't stop writing.
In fact, my writing increased.
Since the last blog post entry, I have "published" over 230,000 words, one of which was a novel about 70 words longer than the first Harry Potter novel.
I love writing. I enjoy telling stories.
But in the process of telling the stories of others, I have ignored writing my own.
And as I was cleaning off my shortcuts bar tonight, I went back and read a few entries here, and realized: I need to keep writing this stuff down.
Because I'm already forgetting things.
I can't promise that I'll write on a regular basis. I can't promise I'll have anything amazing to say.
But there will be words and stories and funny things and probably more than a little bit of frustration and snarkiness, because that's just who I am, like it or not.
