And I’ll tell you all about it when I see you again.*
The longer I’m away from anything, the harder it is to make my way back. That book on the nightstand—I put it down one night and didn’t have the nerve to crack it open the next—becomes a member of the DNF list.
Did Not Finish.
Since I’ve been gone, Coco started high school. Cherry is on the endless mailing list of college recruiters. And Bacon underwent dozens of medical tests that promised scary outcomes, but proved nothing. I’ve become a middle-aged, female Atlas, holding our world over my head while screeching, “Don’t eat that. Eat this. Put down your phone. Finish your homework.”
My arms hurt.
My mother always told me, “If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all.” I shouldn’t blame my absence on Mom. I’ve been occupied. And whiny.
I hate whiners.
My girl Hillary lost the election. Today’s news brings it home. She was robbed. We were robbed.
I kicked my next door neighbor out of my house last October. She said he wasn’t a racist. I reminded her, “My children aren’t white.” She said he doesn’t believe what he’s been saying. With my hand on the doorknob, I told her, “If it walks like a duck, if it talks like a duck, it’s a duck.” I shut the door behind her.
I’m a red state snowflake.
We made nice over Christmas. I wish I’d served duck soup.
How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. —Annie Dillard, The Writing Life
I’ve blogged 72 days in a row. Since February 1, I’ve hovered over my keyboard asking God for something important or whimsical or, at least, new to say. He’s answered my prayers for the most part.
This week, I’m taking a break. I hope you’ll come back next Tuesday to see if He’s whispered anything else in my ear.
Until then, Happy Spring!
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
600 people reached the top of Mt. Everest in 2012. This blog got about 6,500 views in 2012. If every person who reached the top of Mt. Everest viewed this blog, it would have taken 11 years to get that many views.
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My blog has a new title, Author, Elisabeth Crisp. After a lifetime of typing a Z, it’s hard to make my fingers type an S. From the beginning I planned to purchase a domain. Marketers claim it’s best to have your name followed by dot com. It’s my name that’s been the hold up. Elizabeth (with a z) Crisp dot com is owned by a real estate agent in Georgia. My legal name is so common that it’s already used by another romance writer.
Last Thursday, I looked at my list of goals for the year, and buy a web domain was still unchecked, so I bit the bullet. I’ve never been fond of alternate spellings, but I like the way the S in Elisabeth matches the S in Crisp. In big block letters (like on the cover of a book) it stands out:
I feel like a middle school girl practicing my signature. It has nothing to do with actually writing a book, but it’s done. I’m marking it off my list. If you’re reading via RSS feed, please update to the new address: https://elisabethcrisp.com/