Welcome to Monday. What do you mean
it’s not Monday? It feels like Monday. I mean, there’s a big
burlap sack of yellowing envelopes sitting in front of me. It must be
Monday. Oh come on. I have a past here. Right? I mean the calendar
obviously isn’t my strong suit. But for the fun of it, if nothing
else, for the alliteration of it all, this, my dear, patient friends,
all of you out there just waiting with bated breath, this is your,
yes your Monday Mailbag.
David, where have you gone? You do
realize you haven’t posted in weeks, right?
Flo, Miami FL
Where have I gone? Where have I gone,
Flo DiMaggio? Well, let’s see one day I was at…I mean, there was
this one time when I went…I mean, I had to go and…Look, the point
is, well, I haven’t been anywhere. I’ve just been here. I’m
sorry I haven’t done better at keepin’ the ol’ blog rollin’
along here lately, but, ya know, life happens sometimes.
Work has been kickin’ my butt lately.
Truly. I haven’t really even written in my latest book in the last
couple weeks. And I was just working a little overtime at my real
job up until about a half hour ago. So, there’s work, and, ya know,
family, and all that other stuff. It makes it hard sometimes to keep
at the whole writing thing. I love it, but I gotta keep my family
moving, and the whole making a living thing gets in the way
sometimes. But I’m back. I’m back, and I plan on staying around a
while. I’ll keep on keepin’ on at the whole supporting the family
thing, but I’ve got the future millions in my head, and I’m using
those figures to push me on in the writing sphere.
I’m back, Aunt Flo. Wait, Aunt Flo?
Does that mean? Ah, forget about it. Just remember, keep reading the
blog. Knowing you’re there, my good Flo-bot, keeps me writing.
