Reports Of My Death Have Been Greatly Exaggerated

Sincere thanks and embarrassed apologies to all who expressed concern via e-mail or Facebook over my three-week absence from blogging. I am neither dead nor suffering from swine flu or some weird side-effect of not using shampoo; the dull fact is I’ve been working three jobs: reporting for a newspaper, editing vanity novels and writing small freelance pieces.

I could afford to cut back a little, but given the state of the economy I feel compelled to make and save every dollar I can today, in case I can’t tomorrow. All my current jobs are precarious in one way or other, and although my household’s in good financial shape these days the economy still scares me enough that I want to add as much to savings as I can.

Working 16-hour days has made me a much mellower person, since on the rare occasions I have time to read some news I’m too tired to feel any outrage. Barack Obama has reneged on almost every promise that made me vote for him last November? Shrug. At least he was grammatically correct about it, which is more than I can say for most of the authors I edit. I can’t criticize Obama because all the opposition to him has been taken over by conspiracy-minded lunatics ranting about false birth certificates and racist epithets? Eh. I only have to read about Orly Taitz; it’s not my responsibility to polish her ramblings so they make sense.

When things calm down a bit I fully expect to become royally pissed off about things again, and will spend much time bitching about it here. In the meantime, I’m going to bed.