Have you noticed that posts have been a bit thin on the ground lately, here at The Barb Wire? A few of you have made me feel very warm and fuzzy by sending emails to make sure I haven’t fallen off Aaruba and landed in a coma.
It’s worse than that.
I’ve gotten involved with a novel.
I wish I could say that I was just reading it, and I’d be done in a day or two. But, nooooo. I have the nerve to go and try writing the thing. I’m at about 70,000 words now, which puts me somewhere between halfway and two-thirds done with my first draft. For the past month, I’ve poured every spare minute (between keeping Aaruba fit, dinner on the table, and money in the bank) into completing the blasted thing before daylight savings time demands that I start training in earnest.
But never fear. This too shall pass, and soon. I have a new photos I want to share with you, and Aaruba’s Stonewall poster, and plans for the upcoming endurance season…and on, and on. Soon you’ll be so sick of me that you won’t want to buy my book.
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