It’s just me. Little ole me. Peeking warily back into the dashboard of my blog after so many silent months.
My problem? I shouldn’t be here. Between my full-time gig as the director of a university writing center, a teaching load, writing and getting a fellowship, then teaching a collaborative course for that fellowship, freelance editing, and, you know, living, I’ve had so much going on – and continue to – and blogging felt like a luxury, giving time to something that wasn’t absolutely necessary.
But I miss my corner of the Internet. I miss all of my blogging friends as well as the readers who would only stop by every now and again. I miss talking about books, even though the only books I’ve read this summer have been cozy mysteries (seriously, check out my Goodreads pages. It’s ridic).
I won’t be that blogger that says, “I’m back!” and then disappears another four months. But I also can’t promise for any regularity until after the fall semester begins and settles in. *sighs* One day I’ll have some free time.
Today, though, I could feel a bit of a break in myself and my workload. After several frenetic, frantic weeks of spending the remains of my budget, hiring new writing tutors to replace graduating tutors, planning and ordering *stuff* for an expansion of our center, and finishing teaching two summer courses, today I gave a professional development presentation and realized…I’m in decent shape. I need to finish prepping my online course for fall, but everything else is (dare I say) in place or out of my control at the moment.
I actually sat down to look at NetGalley to request books for Bloggers Recommend (to which I’ve still managed to contribute, albeit sparsely), and I thought: It’s time.
So, my friends, how have you been? What’s new? And most importantly, what bookish gossip have I missed? 😉
I’ll tell you mine first: I have lost no weight despite doing P90X at least 4-5 days a week. I cut eight inches off my hair. This week marks one year with the boyfriend. (!) I’ve updated my home office. I wrote *a* chapter of a cozy mystery. My house is utter chaos.