Cecil's feet, my shoes.
I’m a mess.
A busy, busy mess. Someone reminded me last night that it’s been a “hot minute” since I’ve written here, and that’s the gospel truth.
My kids were sick, I’m writing like a madwoman to pave the way for a major paradigm shift in our household next year, and oh, yeah, I went to Blissdom and then Hollywood.
And you? What’s keeping you busy these days? Tell me. And I promise I’ll be back as soon as I am able.
I miss you. I really, really do.
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I’m sitting at the Opryland Hotel and Resort in Nashville.
It’s Sunday, and everything is closed. All the bloggers have gone home. My new friend is in an airport in Ohio. The lovely ladies who ferried me here by car should be more than halfway back to Chambana now.
I am sitting at a metal table, one eye on my anemic laptop battery and one on the clock. In a few hours a driver will call me and I will gather my luggage for a trip to the airport.
From there I will get on a jet-plane and land at LAX around 8 p.m. California time. Tomorrow, at 8:45 a.m., I’ll get prepped for an appearance on a national talk show prompted by something I wrote about something that someone else wrote. [click to continue…]
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