A huge "Thank you" to all of you who have let me know how much you enjoy the adventures of Trishville as reported here in the blog. Your kind words have, unfortunately, collided with the most uneventful week of my life to date, as I spend 120 consecutive hours sitting on my bed in flannel pajamas, finalizing the first draft of THE BOOK to get to my beloved agent.
I caught a wave with the adverb thing on Monday, but beyond that it's kinda tough to make hitting delete and cut/paste, wondering when I last took a shower sound exciting. It is exciting, to me at least - I'm happy as a pig in - well, flannel. But it's not like I'm being chased by the authorities like Swishy, or creating brilliant holiday crafts like Beck, or poetry like Darlene.
Right now the closest thing I have to excitement is my new, borderline pornographic hair product which promises that - even as I sit here typing - "non-greasy humectants are creating a sexy look scented with fruity floral dew." I guess when you get the non-greasy humectants going, there's no telling what might happen :)
Anyway, thanks for your patience!