Aaaand go!

Some stolid little creature inside me is already leaving pinch-marks over the time that this blog is going to take away from "real" writing. Another distraction? Another excuse? Really? You would think that she'd spend less time complaining and more time cleaning up in there. My small intestine is a real mess. Slob!

Nevertheless, I'm excited.

There will always be spill-over for me. Little bits of prose... squeals over progress... less-than-polite mumblings when a dismembered arm falls into the road and blocks my way. (It's a small path, lions and vicious pygmy goats on each side, you understand.)

This is the place for the spill. The over-share. The, "Oh my god, does she ever talk about anything but her stupid book." As boring as those things can be, I hope that someday, some of you will read along.