I have, however, felt like eating fudge, listening to Christmas music, and watching two incredible little babies grow.
Over ten months old.
I've been arguing with myself over whether or not I want to blog about why I haven't felt like blogging.
But here it is. At the end of the day, I'm a frustrated writer. Frustrated by the confines of my blog, and frustrated that I don't have more time to promote it. That's all. And so in a childish indulgence of that frustration, I spent a few delicious weeks waving a big old F*&# YOU to my blog.
I think I'm going to get over it now.