No, Not Dead…

When last we left our intrepid blogger, she was taking a brief sabbatical from the Internet in order to focus on her writing. That worked for a while–started turning the finished historical novel into a fantasy instead.

Then the Punkin got sick. Then the blogger got sick. Then the Punkin got sick again.

And then–oh, the horror, the horror–she got sucked into her sewing machine. Deeply mired, up to her eyebrows, and enjoying every minute of it. She started designing quilts, quilts, and more quilts. Received a wonderful, very addicting design program as a gift. Spends until 2 A.M. making pretty quilts instead of getting her poor, trapped characters out of her head. Bad, bad writer.

Now she’s gone and started up yet another website to try to sell some of her quilt designs. Don’t even mention the other poor languishing website. Someday…

June was recital month. Much stressing and rehearsing (the ballet was okay, the Irish kept slipping out of her wee over-stuffed head, and the Punkin refused to do her dance…until the first time she went out on the stage. Little diva.), cleaning and entertaining (since this was also the Punkin’s first recital, both sets of grandparents came into town). But it all turned out okay; the blogger is still relatively sane and healthy.

And two baby quilts had to be finished by July 1st.

No, no partridge in a pear tree.

Phew. I got tired just recounting all that.

But the point of this post is, I’m back. Hopefully. Certainly going to try my darnedest. Have a couple of book reviews coming up, and a few other odds and ends rolling around in the few empty spaces left in my head.