So it was recently learned that a close friend of mine had never caught fireflies as a kid. (Believe in the fireflies) Well, you better believe that prompted a twilight game of catch the flying little ones. I assure you, joy ensued. But aside from childhood recollections things haven't settled down come 'deck chilling weather'. Travel's been up. Avoidance of news headlines has skyrocketed. And I even have a few short pieces out on sub. Fingers crossed.
I'd love to tell you that I have some information on the sophomore literary attempt. . . But I don't. On purpose. Anything to keep you guessing. Seeing as the year is half over (which also means we are roughly 10% of the way through The Empire Strikes Back) a responsible me would have a reading update for you filled with reviews and other bookish goodness. But alas, I am not responsible. So I leave you with the promise of book reviews forthcoming (I really would have them for this post except I have about 100 pages left in a novel that I can't put down and I don't want to post an update before I finish it).
I'll also string you along on the promise of writerly news in the next week or so. I know, how inconsiderate of me. If only I wasn't so rude ; )