Dear Internet,

I am sorry but I've fallen out of love with you.

Oh okay, I'm being overly dramatic and childish but lately, between what I'm reading on various music and writing forum boards I frequent plus my own issues with an alleged promo site for writers, I feel like screaming. But I'm smart enough to realize that when I think too much about cyber people instead of focusing my energy on those I love in the real world, it's time to sit back and take a break.

Though there's a lot I wish I could say.



I'm really not fond of this time of the year. Can you tell? I love Christmas and all the pretty colored lights and gift giving and suddenly it's over and we're faced with the cold bleak months of January-March. At least in Philadelphia, anyway.

Anyhoo, is there any good news to report? Well, yeah. Tomorrow night my daughter Julie is having me over for her first dinner party at her new apartment (she just moved out on Wednesday and every day for the past four days I've gone into her empty bedroom and wept) and yep, I'm bringing the camera. So that should be an uplifting future post indeed. At least in theory.

Wait. I just realized I have a totally empty room at my disposal. Maybe life isn't so bleh after all. I could actually turn it into a real writing office. Ohhh....

My first mainstream novel, "Daddy Left Me Alone with God", is currently being line edited, which means it will be out in the real world shortly. My baby! Almost five years in the making/writing/editing...and I am really stoked about that and intend to throw my entire being into promoting it...fair warning now. Here's the cover:

I added some more songs to my Music Player on my Blogger blog (link on left here but this is a cross post today though I am adding some extra stuff to my post here since this is my alleged "secret blog"). I could seriously program that thing all day. I love the shuffle feature and the fact that I created my own juke box. Yeah, yeah, I know these things have been around for years but I've just discovered it and let me have my fun, please.

I have still not been able to diet more than two consecutive days which is freaking me out. I ate far too many Christmas cookies. Tomorrow I am going to wear my tightest outfit all day so that I am acutely aware of anything I put in my mouth that isn't green and leafy. Actually, eating at Julie's will be very good since I know whatever she serves me will be both healthy and vegetarian. The only problem will be when I get home because WE STILL HAVE THOSE DAMN COOKIES. And because they are shortbread, two weeks later they're better than ever.

I'm doomed. I should just have my jaw wired.

Do people still do that? I'd find a way to still shove it in, trust me.

The reason I still have cookies is that I was very lax in sending them out this year. To those of you who didn't receive any tins, I'm really sorry. The week before Christmas when I was flat on my back took a lot out of me and that's the week I normally mail out cookies. And well, then I started eating them myself...

Oh well. Another hour and the Philadelphia Eagles playoff game will be on television. Go Eagles? I'm kind of ambivalent at this point...let's see them win this one and play the Giants next weekend, then I'll be excited.

Sort of.

I don't admit this to everyone because it's really minus points in the cool department but I'm kind of a closet jock. I won't go to games because I hate the fans nor would I be caught dead wearing a team jersey but I enjoy watching a good ice hockey game and I'm a lifelong Phillies fan.

Whatever. I think I'll take a break from the dreaded internet and read a book or something.

Or, conversely, surf the web and come up with interesting ideas for a new home office!

Later,
xo