When I dusted this thing back off a few months ago, I swore to myself that I’d keep writing. I want to keep writing. But for the love of heaven I just can’t seem to make it happen.

To say that I’m pressed for time would be an understatement. Most days, I’m up at 5:30AM and running, and I don’t get to relax until about 9 or 9:30PM. Work, which was supposed to slip into low gear for a few months after our national conference in May, actually ramped up, and I’m busier than ever.

I also added a sizable commute to a good Catholic school for our oldest every other morning of the week  (sizable = 70 miles from home to school to work) and Jamie does that every day in the afternoon, when there’s no carpool. 3 hours for me, 3 hours for Jamie (give or take) added to an already full day. Worth it? Absolutely. But we’ll be moving closer as soon as we can, because it would make things a good deal easier.

There are other big developments  afoot that are eating up time and attention, but these shall remain nameless until I have something more definitive to speak of. Prayers, if you’re up for that sort of thing, would be appreciated. I will update on these as time permits.

Finally, I have realized just how much damage microwriting (Twitter, Facebook, etc.) has done to my desire to blog. It’s just so much easier and more efficient to share information in small, measured bursts. Not nearly as satisfying in most respects, but convenience is something many of us crave, and I’m no exception. Need to get my big boy writer pants on again soon. With that in mind, I’m going to take a stab at NaNoWriMo. I expect to crash and burn in a blaze of self-defeating excuses, but I’m going to at least give it the old college try. Whatever that means.