Yes - I know.  I owe all of you -  my loyal readers - a sincere apology.  I have been severely lacking in the blog-writing arena.  I wish I could blame it on an incredibly busy schedule, but, well, that would be a bold-faced lie.  And I’m not a good liar.  I get all fidgety and red-faced.  It ain’t pretty.  The truth is, with the finishing up of my 2nd book, the editing process and all the other responsibilities that go along with it, I temporarily lost my fervor for the writing process.  I just didn’t want to do it.  No desire.  Like a stale relationship that needs a kick in the ass.

But today, as I hoped it finally would, I woke up with renewed vigor to get back to the one thing that I love.  So, not only will you see and hear much more from me, I’ve also decided to start a new project.  A new book.  One on my terms, aimed at fine folks like you.  No more children’s books for me.  I adore those little readers, but it’s not where my passion for writing lies.  So, what is the subject of this new endeavor, I hope you’re asking?  It’s pretty simple actually.  When you need to find what works, what interests you, where the real humor and endless stories reside, you need look no farther than inside yourself.  And, as you can imagine, the stories, trials and tribulations, romantic foibles, etc. of a thirty-eight year old single woman are limitless.

I think the title - which came to me like a marquis sign this morning - explains quite a bit of what is to be expected from this book.  Single life- the pressures, the joys, the misconceptions, and - something that is important to us all - single or not - what drives and inspires us.

I hope to complete a draft of (get ready for it) No, I’m Not Gay…But Sometimes I Think It’d Be Easier - in the next few months, and I’ll likely test some of the material out on you as I work through that process.  If you have any interesting experiences of your own, pass them on…I’m sure they’ll trigger some more of my own similar experiences as I work through the challenging, wonderful and sometimes frustrating world of book writing.

Take this, for example.  At a recent Christmas party, I was, of course, one of the few singletons in attendance.  Actually, it’s possible Susan and I were the only single gals.  Santa was also in attendance and each person (or couple, in the majority of cases) was asked to sit on his lap for pictures.  When my time came, they called both Susan and I to share Santa’s lap.  I’d never met half of these folks.  And now Susan and I are sitting on Santa’s lap, prompting more than a few sideways glances…and nods that “yes, we too can be cool with the lesbian couple”.  I certainly have no issue with lesbians, for God’s sake, I live above two of them and reside in a predominantly gay neighborhood (also not always the best way to prove your heterosexuality).  But I ain’t gay.  It just is what it is.  And eight years ago, this was not an issue.  Not even a thought.  In fact, I was more often called ‘boy crazy’.  But then I turned thirty, and was suddenly thrust in the position of defending my sexuality.  So, anyway, Susan and I are each sitting on one of Santa’s knees, working hard to make no girl-on-girl physical contact, and we actually had to say “Just friends!  Not a couple!”  Yes, we had to say that.  Well, we didn’t have to, but if we hadn’t, we would have forever been seen as ‘those lipstick lesbians at Christine’s 2008 Christmas soiree’.

Wish I had the picture folks.  If I do find it, I’ll post it.  Because in all the drama of defending ourselves, I didn’t realize that my zipper was undone.  And Susan is upset with the angle - afraid it makes her butt look twice the normal size.  And Santa’s eyes?  Well, let’s just say he looks like we’re shocking him with our larger-than-life asses.  Now, that’s a Christmas card that would get the family talking…

Glad to be back.  Let me know how your lives are going.  Merry Everything!

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