Now its January 9th. So its been over a month since I wrote anything on my blog. My blog has become, like the gym, just one more thing to feel excruciatingly guiltly for neglecting horribly. If this blog were my child, I wouldn't be allowed it anymore. I'd be right up there with Nixmarry Brown's mother for evilness. Poor poor blog. All it ever wanted was to be written. Nurtured. Made into a book. The simple dreams of a growing blog.
I'm doing my best. Well, ok, I'm not doing my best, I'm doing the sort of absolute minimum I can get away with. And that's just not good enough for my Capricorn high achieving temperament. So here and now I promise to write much much more. When I can. When time permits. Whenever possible.
I have a fan base. It is two people. Three if you include my husband. I could push it to four but my mother doesn't have much time either these days. My goal is to have a readership of ten by April. Is this possible? I'll report back to you dear reader (s) and let you know.