I’ve worked hard this week … I barely had time for Bejeweled Blitz (though I did score my all-time high of 132,300!) and Twitter never saw my face on a couple days. Why, you ask? Because I was writing like mad. It was one of those rare times when the words just flowed. Maybe … just maybe … I’ve completed the novel. I don’t want to say that too definitely because of that embarrassing egg thing, but it feels done to me. A few tweaks are in order, I’m sure, but nothing major.
So, now I’m going to relax. I’m inviting everyone to join me in partying this weekend. Come and go, eat, drink, dance, sing, play Twister (hey, Danielle, is it clothing-optional this time?) Look around the place … if this is your first time here or you’ve been too busy to stop by for a while, catch up on some posts. But most of all TALK to me. TALK to each other. But TALK people, TALK. This is a party! Yanno?
On Friday, I innocently sent out party invitations. I had no idea I could have so much fun on my blog or that the festivities would roll over into Saturday. Somehow news of the party got to the A-listers and we had celebrity guests!
Whew! I’ve had a busy week, and I’m not caught up, but It’s Friday so I’m throwing a party. Looks like it’s a Mad Men theme—but no smoking! All you sociable people, please circulate and encourage the wallflowers to join in.
Although I’m flattered that you would want to read what I’ve written, if you skip the comments, you are getting only half the story. I have both insightful and witty regulars around here—sort of like a Cheers of the blogsphere. Sometimes the best part of my posts is in the comments section. I try always to respond to the comments and sometimes the regulars comment back to each other.