I swear it was just here a minute ago! I think I must have gotten sucked into some kind of cosmic loophole because I blinked and now it’s February 5th. I should probably check outside my window to make sure I’m not on some freaky island with Sawyer, Jack, Kate, and Hurley.
I apologize for my absence. I'd like to say it won't happen again, but that's kind of like saying the Duggars are done having children. On the bright side, with only 16 followers, I could actually pick up the phone and call each and every one of you to fill you in on my exciting January. It went something like this:
Day 1: rise, coffee, revise, sleep.
Day 2: rise, coffee, revise, sleep.
Day 3: rise, coffee, shower, revise, sleep.
Repeat for the next 28 days.
I wish I could report this glamorous schedule has come to an end, and I have emerged from hibernation with finished manuscripts and lucrative contracts in hand, but I can’t. Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow the other day, which, according to my editors and my agent, means six more weeks of revising.
I have to run. The Black Smoke Monster is knocking on my front door.