I miss blogging.
2012 has turned out to be my worst year for blogging yet.
And, alas, one of my best for facebook. Now, I love facebook. I would never
bore you with pictures of my daughters swirling apples around in a bowl of
melted caramel, but there, in that happy let’s-pretend stew of friends from kindergarten
up through now, there is something comforting in getting a few “likes” for that
image of happy childhood.
Still, this was better. A better discipline for me and
better for my writing.
I submitted the mss of my edition of Mrs. Dalloway on
January 31. But it wasn’t quite right, and so the editors asked for a bunch of
changes. I resubmitted it in June, but I didn’t send it to right batch of
editors. Finally, every superior editor signed off on my work in August and,
two Fridays ago, on 9/28, I submitted it a third time. I’m hoping it’s the
charm.
And, part of that hope is all about the hope that I can
return to writing little tiny essays here from time to time.
We shall see.
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