A Postcard, At Least

Sorry, been busy lately and angsty, for lack of a better word. Suffused with angst. Angst-intensive. Something. So it's hard to walk around and find things that amuse and charm me, even if that's the mission I've charged myself with.

But I do think about all my friends in blogland often, and sometimes in the midst of doing other things I'll jot down ideas that haven't quite coalesced into a post, but that amuse me and seem worth the jotting. So today I grabbed one out of the slush pile (publishing term for the so-so stuff that you keep around because someday you might be desperate enough to find it useful) and will paste it in below. It's like sending a postcard: I'm not available, but I'm thinking about you. So here you are:

Sometimes I don't have time to actually read my e-mails, but I check the subject lines, just to stay on top of things. The Sierra Club is forwarding something about Wolf Awareness Week, which is good to hear about while there's still time—it's Wednesday already and I haven't yet become aware of even one wolf. Then Writer's Digest sent me something titled "When to Use Swear Words in your Writing." I guess writing is easier for other people than it is for me; personally, I find it excruciatingly hard work and I'm pretty much swearing quietly to myself the whole time.