Hiatus

I've wanted to be a writer, to write and finish a piece of fiction and see it in print and bound in book form, since I was about seven years old, the age I was in the picture above.

Now, I'm quite close to finishing the novel that's been wandering around inside my head for a long time, waiting for me to finally believe that I was capable of working it out and thinking it through, and of writing it.

A sentence in what has become my tenth chapter is a sentence I wrote, verbatim, one night when I was about twenty years old, just after I'd arrived home, worse for wear, from a long, long weekend in New Orleans... She saw herself sitting there, a slender tender blonde girl, chewing on her orange slice, nibbling on her cherry... And there are other phrases and a few sentences here and there in my novel, that I've carried around a whole long time.

I'm excited and concerned at the same time right now, because I'm worried I'll trip myself up with a mighty chunk of procrastinating, right here before I finally finish.

I'm gonna miss you guys like crazy - in fact, because I'm a sap, I'm tearing up a little just thinking about this - but I have to take a total blogging break until mid-August if I'm going to actually do what I've wanted to do for so very long.

Hope it's all right - and that you all are still around when I come back.

Whirl, when you get back, if you're reading this, can you send me a note after we get back from Britain (we fly back to the States on August 11th)? I'd love it if we could all do our voices in mid-August.

And EE, if you're reading, please do one, too, and maybe we can trade off reading material, as Whirl suggested. It would make for a wonderful close-to-the-end-of-summer celebration.

Meanwhile, I hope you all have amazing days and your summers are fine ones!

See you all in mid-August.

Love,

Robin

P.S. I'm pretty sure there will be a surprise on here in a few weeks - one that I didn't create.