A moment of silence.
Make that a two week moment. . .
Since this blog’s inception exactly a year ago, I’ve never lapsed like this. Two full weeks (and that’s rounding down) since my last post? You long-time followers know me (long-time followers, back me up on this one): loyal as a Retriever, here ev-e-ry week, mostly twice a week, often three, on occasion four. Consistent with my replies to your (delightful, insightful and appreciated) comments. Offering you, I hope, reading well worth your valuable time spent visiting here.
Two weeks of nada.
(You brand new blog-followers, are you wondering what on earth you signed up for?)
Sure, I could spend a lot of time and space here explaining about the reasons for the
I could tell you about the great PR team that’s picked up Global Mom and wants a few more weeks to set things in place before its release, now at July 15th. I could also tell about getting the news that a prominent publisher who’s been reviewing another major manuscript of mine for over a year has now changed its mind and will not be taking it on. I could write all about my 24 hours of subsequent moroseness unaided either by sleep or by Swiss chocolate. About my new position leading the young women of my church throughout the Geneva region, which includes parts of France. About my many concerns with my own precious teenagers. About the several public addresses I’ve given in the last two weeks alone. About the book my husband and I are now going to write together, coming to you in 2014. About the big presentation I need to get in shape for an international women’s conference in a few months. Oh, sure, I could spend this whole pretty page writing about all this. . . and more. . .
But instead of loading you will all those “Abouts” I’ll just get back to work.
Welcome to Y2 at Melissa Writes of Passage.
And. . . Welcome to the final count down for Global Mom: A Memoir.
Now: Big virtual group hug.