What I Haven't Been Doing

One thing about my life. It’s never boring.

Here in the middle of April, I can say with absolute certainty that 2010 has been the worst writing year I’ve had.

In a prefect storm of circumstance, my schedule has been derailed by my day job, a family illness and some health concerns of my own. The last two items should come more clearly into focus over the next week or two. My sincere hope is that the remainder of this year will be eight blockbuster months of productivity.

As of now, I’m behind on everything: short stories, novels, reviews, interviews, correspondence and cleaning the litter box. If I owe you fiction, a package or a favor, please know I’m sorry, and that my failure to meet these obligations haunts my dreams. I hope to be caught up on everything soon.

Well. The cats are giving me nasty looks. Time to scoop.