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Not dead yet. Well Howdy. Let me say that I am thrilled (and a bit surprised) that I haven’t been defriended by all of you. Thanks for having faith. Life proceeds. I’ve turned into one of those work-a-holics. Not by choice, mind you. Normally I’m horror-struck by those types, but the whole “making money to buy things with” thing is actually more important to me than I would care to admit. Sadly, I spend so much time at work -- actually working -- that I don’t have time for anything else. I get home at night and can do little more than kiss my son good night and vegetate on my couch to whatever is on the Food Network. Luckily for me I found a small group of Harry Potter fanatics so that I don’t feel completely out of the loop. And while their enthusiasm pale sin comparison to yours, it’s enough to keep me sane. Then, on those rare occasions that I can skim my flist, I find home. I hadn’t realized how much this place meant to me until I was forced to take extended (and unwanted) vacations. Not being here doesn’t mean that I haven’t been thinking of you. It doesn’t mean that I don’t have half finished fics that I think about or new fic ideas running through my brain - hello, Potion's Master to revive!!! I even have a fic that I sent to a beta to look over. Part of me wants to post it just to get back in the swing of things but I know that it isn’t ready (by ‘isn’t ready‘ I mean it sucks donkeys). It’s het, rare-paired, and painfully PG. If I’m going to put a fic out that no one will be interested in, the least I could do is make it readable for those few brave soul who might give it a once over. Speaking of fandom can someone direct me to a recent Ron/Draco that I might read before I go to bed. Pretty please. :o) There’s also all this other crap going on that I tell myself I’m going to share with you but never do. I don’t want to be the friend who only shows up when she need to bitch about something. That’s no fun. I will there’s one person who is getting a long overdue divorce, another getting divorced that never wanted it , and a third that really needs to get divorced but won’t. None of those people are me - Mr. Tart and I are still tight and the Tartlet is still the light of my life – but all these people are important to me so I’m affected. I’ll stop here because I can’t seem to form another coherent thought. I will now open the floor to questions. Post a comment in response: |
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