Poor blog. All neglected and alone. Rejected and dejected. But I have returned to free you of the dust and boredom that have o'ertaken you. I am here at last. I am the prodigal blogger.
Dear dear blog. You don't know what it's like to read and blog for 24 hours straight. It makes one not want to read or blog again for many long days. Or weeks even. Not to mention the cooties. I've had oh so many mucus cooties. They have run amuck (and I do mean a-muck) in my head and chest. I couldn't let them infect the keyboard. That would just be gross.
But I can't stay beauteous blog. I only stopped by for a moment to tell you that I am abysmally busy this month. Did I not tell you? Why, I am writing a book. There is nothing like writing your own book to cure you of Read-a-thon-itis. Applied for one month it will leave me fresh and clean, ready to take on the lofty responsibilities of blog care. So hold on just a wee bit longer most beloved blog. I will returned anew sometime in December to guide you in the way you should go. And if you're really patient maybe I can make a brief appearance a couple of times between now and then.
It is NaNoWriMo time again. It seems like some kind of sick joke that it comes so close on the heels of the readathon. As if writing blog posts once an hour weren't enough, now I have to write 1667 words a day on a novel that I didn't have time to plan or research because I was too busy reading for pleasure. What's a girl to do?
For those keeping score (there are NaNo spies everywhere) I am at about 4100 words in five days. That's half par. But we fear not. We have the weekend to write until our fingers are bloody. And when we are done we will have one poorly written, piece o crap novel to show for it. So there!