Frazzled Friday

Though to judge from my the other residents of my city, August is the laziest month on the calendar, this is not the case for My August. As a cap on what has been a particularly whirlwind summer, August is also the date of my deadline, which is currently consuming my days and nights. Except, you know, when I’m busy with the myriad other things that are also going on in my life. The day of my deadline is also the date of SB’s birthday. (Present bought.) I have that big signing next Tuesday. (Reading prepared? Um, not so much.) My mother and her sister are coming into town for the weekend and we’ll be hanging out. (Yes, I’m mopping the kitchen floor right now. Why do you ask?) And there’s that pesky wedding planning thing, which has been in high gear all month. (And I am not a party planner and have pretty much hated every moment.)

So is it any wonder blogging is falling through the cracks?

A few points of interest:

Heather Harper compares me to a Mystery Dum Dum pop.

Justine, inconceivably, has no problem cutting out words from her books. Since I’m currently looking at vast swaths (in my mind, at least) of ROS(B) that shall need to go back for…. reshoots?…. this subject is muchly on my mind.

Richelle Mead is utterly charming. If only I were reading right now, I’d definitely pick up her new book. Ah, well. That’s why God invented September. And she’s so right. Good grammar is so sexy. Also, creative, cunning, and highly literate coinage.

And now, back to mopping and writing.