It's so hard to write when you have nothing to write about. There's nothing spectacular to report about my life right now: no interesting bit of news to examine (none you haven't already read), no new snippets of literary advice to distribute, nor do I have any tales of fancy to tickle your toes.
There's just nothing really intersting I'd like to blog about at the moment. Some of you have so much material that can last an entire year, but I don't have the luxury to do such a thing. I work hard and I play hard. I use the little time I have to toil endlessly toward my literary dreams and spend an occasion with friends and family.
When something comes up I'll write about it. When you write about something I'll read it. I do visit your blogs, you know. I might not leave a comment but I do drop by... to stare... to admire. You know, the usual. ^_^
Okay, now I'm going back to my revisions - I gotta get everything ready and query-able by the end of February.