Last post to this blog was Dec. 16, 2012. Then I abruptly abandoned it. This was not a planned or conscious abandonment. I just stopped, felt no urge to try and keep it up, got distracted by other things—things I no longer remember—and now here I am seven months later, doing a post mainly because I noticed that someone just subscribed to this semi-abandoned blog of mine. And I felt guilty. I also wonder how many people wondered, if anyone wondered anything at all, if I had died. If I had been a reader of this blog, I might have wondered that.
Gee, shit, did she die? A reasonable question.
But no, here I am typing and eating my "zucchini pie." Not ketogenic, mind you. Let's get that bit of information out there, up front. I could not stick to it. But I learned a lot from it. It was worth the attempt. Just not in the ways that I had initially thought it would be.
If I resume with this blog, I want to change the way it looks. I'm tired of this template.
We'll see. I will also have to figure out how to do shorter posts. I also need a new, different slant. A better focus. I don't know what that would be, just know it's what I need if I want to continue.
Anyway. I am still alive, still running the Writing Salon, still teaching, still trying to do my own writing and some photography too. Still living happily with Jack. Still in love with our dear Olivia Bouchet mutt dog. Still a long-distance mom with an almost 29-year-old son who lives in Montreal and is and will forever be the great love of my life. Still wrestling with the cancer. Still just as interested as ever in this thing called living.