Yeah, long time no blog. But no, I'm not dead, or dying, or even sick. (I'll thank those of you who know me that are snickering right now and thinking that you'd beg to differ on that last point, to stop. I wasn't speaking of my mental wellbeing, so there.) No, I'm fine. I've just been practicing BIC (Butt In Chair-C/O Alyson Noel). I'm coming up on the end of WIP 3 and have given myself a semi-doable deadline that realistically, I won't meet, but, I am trying.
Anyhow, just wanted to let it be known that you didn't miss my obit. on FB or my funeral. Oh and if I don't get back for another week or more, Happy Early Turkey Day. May your turkey be filled with tasty tryptophan, your waistband elastic, and your holiday overflowing with wholesome goodness. Amen.
By the way, I think I'm rooting for the Lions, Saints, and Bengals this year...not that I'll watch much of any game because I plan to be in a food induced coma, but still.
Oh yeah, one last thing. I rock. :-p
What's It All About
I'm a writer and well, a writer's mind can be an awfully chaotic place to be. Especially when it's thinking up things that have zero to do with the book they're currently working on. It helps to get some of that excess out and clear the way for more pertinent story-telling and this is my forum to do just that. Dredged Up Diatribes is a proverbial toilet bowl where I give myself license to purge the stuff that clogs up my mind and where you, dear reader, get to see what a train-wreck looks like inside a brain. I can't promise it will always be pretty, but, hopefully, it will be entertaining. I like to keep the identities of myself and the majority of the people I write about private, but I do welcome comments, questions, and suggestions as I am always trying to improve this site (which is currently being re-vamped and always a work in progress) and myself (again, WIP). I am not, however, all that fond of debates or lectures...go figure. If you have one, great, fine, wonderful, by all means post it or email it to me, just know I'll probably be mentally giving you the bird. So, if you decide to tell me what a hack I am or argue my opinion on something and then all of a sudden feel like a pigeon pooped on you...yeah, that was me.