Well, hey, there. How have you been? You've had that silly Night of the Living Dead picture from Halloween up for a while now. Are you a little embarrassed about that? I thought you might be. I'm sorry I left you like that for so long, but I'll tell you what I've been doing and maybe you'll feel more understanding.
Before I do that, though, I have to ask: did Typepad merge with Wordpress? Because, you know I use both, and suddenly you look an awful lot like my Wordpress blogs. Just here, on the dashboard page. Curious, that.
I kind of wish I were a poet; I'd write you a poem. I know you'd find that difficult to resist. It would go something like this, only better:
Students. Conferences. Papers. Crises.
Words abound: NaNoWriMo
Hitting 15,000 was a triumph. Want 40,000 by Monday.
Story sucks, but still I write.
Froth intended. Darkness. It abounds.
Trip to Tennessee to celebrate
and visit dearest Sheila
Brother, niece and nephew, too.
Woke the week before
Determined that poor-no-name-slob of a Sony Vaio and I
must finally part
ways. He found a loving home,
I found Rupert and love.
Knitting. It is sparse.
Pictures. They will come.
November. It abounds.
I hope this letter finds you well. If you have any other readers beyond me, give them my love.