Writing on the Wall

It's come to my attention, on my own, that I'm behind, yet again, in blog posts. It would be great if I could say it's because I've been travelling the world promoting my newest book, and drowning in fanmail so deep the murky bottom is no where in sight. It would also be great if I could say I'm so busy writing the next great novel, I don't have time to read all the said fanmail, the creative mojo is at it's highest. I just can't be disturbed.

I wish I could say that.

It's definitely not because it's been so fricking hot and muggy, instead of the usual dry heat of Calgary, that every single time I move the sweat beads and drips, beads and drips and it's not because of the little person who lives in my midst who's secretly plotting to take over the world, one tiny thread of my sanity (and her father's) at a time.

It's not because said little person thinks she is being strangled each and every time we try to wash her hair, screaming Heaven Kevin to the demons who live down under (and by down under I don't mean Australia), her faithful servants. And it's not because as part of her plot to take over the world she has resorted to this whiny, skull-shattering, repetitive chant of "mooommmy, mooommmy, mooommmy" as she climbs the walls and skitters across the ceiling. (any moment I'm sure her head is gonna spin around, like that scene from The Exorcist, it could happen.) I won't bother to mention the complete lack of obeyance, like the demons really have taken over her body, sucked out her soul, and mock me (and her father) every single time we try to get her to do something.

No, it's not because of any of that.

Wanna know the real reason, the plain old boring reason? It's because I've simply had nothing interesting to write about.

I haven't been on Facebook, I've been on Twitter only slightly less than usual, I've been playing Angry Birds religiously, what a great way to take out frustrations without even leaving the comfort of the couch, playing Words with Friends, all the usual stuff I do to avoid doing anything else.

I did read. This Cake is For the Party by Sarah Selecky. What a fabulous collection of short stories. This is not going to be a book review, because I don't have the time, but suffice to say, whether or not you read short stories, this collection is definitely worth it. Pick it up. Read it. Do it.

...............................um...what else have I been doing. See, like I said. Nothing of any great interest of significance. Well, we did spend a week in BC. The hubby, the spawn and me. We spent a couple of days in the sunny Okanagan (which wasn't that sunny, except for a few days it didn't rain), then we left spawn with the grandma and went on to Vancouver for a wedding. On the return trip we spent a couple more days with the grandma and then headed home. The highlight of this trip...the super comfy king-size bed in our hotel room in Vancouver that felt like I was sleeping on a cloud. I will go to the ends of the earth to find a bed like that, or die trying.

Either way, I still want that bed.