The Rest of the Story, with apologies to Paul Harvey

First of all, my apologies if I have ventured out into your blog and left incoherent comments. I swear, I meant well. Now that revisions are over, I have been mired in that sticky bog otherwise known as EDITING. I have also been taking the occasional break and looking for someone to say hi to. But I’m pretty sure I’ve just been going out into the world and making an ass of myself. If I haven NOT visited you recently, THANK THE GODS. You would only have been left wondering how to nicely ask me to cut back on the crack.

My last post, for example. Have you ever started writing about something as innocuous as, say, your favorite cheese? And before you know it, you’ve written a post about World War II army soldiers and the homemade cheese from grandpa’s farm that they must have missed so much whilst in the trenches?? If so, then we have something in common. All I wanted to tell ya’ll was that my kid conquered the potty, and it turned into another beast altogether. I suppose I had things I needed to get off my chest. But if I planned on sharing some things, I should have shared the whole story. For example, it might help you all to know that I don’t have my two older children 24/7. Unfortunately, I only have them every other week. So I’m ONLY a single parent to FOUR children HALF the time. The other half, I’m wishing I was a single parent to four children. Except that I'm not really single. Nor do I wish to be. See my last post if you're the least bit confused.

My history with Allan and how we ended up where we are now is a bit like the history of the Middle East in that I can’t really sum it up in a paragraph, much less a soundbite. Maybe I'm just wordy and tired, and unable to explain anything in simple terms right now. But believe me when I say that I tried! The only way I can think to tell our complicated love story without abdicating the names of destructive forces along with my husband’s cherished privacy, is to tell it through fiction. Which is happening! SOON after this first novel comes out. Which looks to be sometime in April!!

But, yes, work has us living apart. And, thankfully, it’s temporary. In fact, I’m kind of hoping to make a fortune on Rosetta Stones to expedite Allan’s coming-home process. Hey, a girl can dream.

Anyway, thank you, lovely blogger friends, for your concern and well wishes. And I promise to not blog/comment under the influence of sleep-deprivation again... All right, maybe promise is too strong a word. I'll TRY. Pinky swear.