I have discovered that while I may edit an online magazine, I am not very verbose when it comes to my blogs or writing. Perhaps that's not such a bad trait. I mean, people don't care that much for others who tend to prattle on, but I would like to think that I have a lot to say. (Bahahahaha!) Not that I am incapable of babbling on, because I tend to do this more in person than when writing, but merely I find it difficult to do when I write.
Once in college, I had to write a term paper as a final for a class that had to be at least 10 pages long. I managed seven pages. No matter how much I tried to add to the paper, I couldn't justify adding words just for filler. So, I turned it in three pages short. Perhaps I would have earned an A instead of an A-. (shrug) Sometimes, there's no helping it.
Tonight, it seems I am capable of blathering on. I cannot say why, really, only postulate that
having my daughter cling to me for a good five hours today may have something to do with it. She has not been feeling well the past couple of days and eating very little beyond nursing. Finally, today, she ate a goodly amount of oatmeal for dinner. (Oatmeal for dinner? Suffice it to say she's a picky eater, and oatmeal sticks.) This is a good sign. Hopefully, this means that she is on the mend.
Our deadline for Freya's Bower is growing closer and closer. No matter how far away March seems, I know that if I do not start working in earnest on the design, the "opening" date will suddenly be tomorrow instead of nearly a month away.
Michelle Ellis' husband is working on the graphics for it. Michelle has been hogging the computer, so I can only wait until he has a chance to use the computer. (I am teasing, Michelle. :-D)
All right, the rugrat is out of the bath. My alone time is done.
WCE
