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Thursday, February 14, 2013

Happy Valentine's Day Blogpeople!

This is a day when we tell the people we love that we love them so much we have to buy stuff for them. Something about that bothers me, but then again I always appreciate gifts so I try not to think about it overmuch.

In my real life I tell the people I love that I love them pretty regularly. Every day in fact. But I don't often, or maybe ever, tell you Blogpeople how much I love you.

And I do. Well, I love the idea of you. You are absolutely my favorite audience- my preferred invisible reading public. Thank you for being awesome and not haterish. Especially since I haven't really been posting all that much and what I have been posting is mostly shite.

Content has been an issue lately. I don't want to write about the new book. It's coming along, that's really all I want to say. I tried writing about my personal life but frankly didn't care for the experience. 

Which is interesting.

But probably only to me.

Thus the content problem.

I appreciate that you check in anyway. When I'm all famous and stuff you can say "Oh I read her first blog and it was boring but I read it anyway just in case she maybe said something good." I'd rather you didn't actually but you can do what you want.

I'm in a weird place with regard to the whole writing thing right now. My focus has shifted a lot and my attitude has changed accordingly. I don't know what this means for the future or anything else. What I do know is that, right now, this particular book is the one thing I really need to do. Selling it or finding an agent or selling something else doesn't matter right now. It's all about shaping this particular story into the book I want it to be.

How frigging boring is that?

So there it is. Thanks for being loyal Blogpeople even when I don't have anything to say. I'll be finished with this book pretty soon- writing it anyhow- and I'll have more bandwidth for stuff that may possibly be of interest to you.

With Love,
M.B.

Thursday, February 7, 2013

What, What?

Yeah, as it turns out I wasn't super comfortable posting stuff about myself in my actual non writing life. Odd, since writing is made of writers (and the lives that they live) but there it is. 

So that leaves me without new content for weeks. All three of you will be heartbroken I'm sure.

The sad truth is that I have nothing to discuss. Nothing. My life has become very, very small. Mostly it has involved cleaning and sorting and organizing. I'm bored just typing it.

Normally I don't let things like lack of something to say stop me but I dunno.

It's probably the cleaning fumes that are getting to me. Sure. That's it. So, here's a post, not a good post or an interesting post, but a post nonetheless. Next week will probably be more interesting but I can't promise anything. You should have checked in earlier.

TTYL blogpeople. 

M.B.