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An update and a bit of self-flagellation

Many many apologies for my protracted silence...I seem to be extending a lot of those lately: to readers of my baking blog; to my Twitter followers; to my long-suffering agent and even longer-suffering publicist; to friends and family; even to my personal, handwritten journal (yes, I know that's a silly, romantic thing for a memoir-writer and blogger to have, but I am nothing if not romantic about handwritten things).  Seriously, I just had to 'update' my journal – yes, as if it were a person who's been at the edge of her seat waiting for news – after a whole year of nothing.  If that doesn't tell you how busy/distracted I've been, nothing else will get it across.

In the time since I last posted, a lot has happened, but the most important things are that I finished editing/proofing the book (which is now available for pre-order – ZOMG) and that I started a new job (at the same company), which is much more involved and the beginning of which also happened to coincide with the beginning of book publicity; my life of late has had much more to do with publishing and photo shoots than it has with writing or even reading.  But don't worry: I haven't forgotten about you guys (or my thighs, ever).  I have a list of blog-posts-in-waiting as long as my forearm (which is getting jigglier every day I don't have time to do my evening weights session), and I'm hoping to crack down soon and get some of them written before I completely forget what I was originally planning to say (I literally have an email to myself that says something like "waddling/appreciation for where I am" – WTF?).

But not tonight.  Because tonight was already mostly gone by the time I got home, and for the hour that I have left before bed I really need to close my allergic eyes (yes, I get allergies in the winter – WTF again) and allow my brain some precious thinkless time.

Soon, though, I'll get it together.  And then we can talk all about my clothing issues and my current favorite artist and how society is an asshole to perfectly normal-looking (even hot-looking) women in the public eye.  I promise.  For now, though, I'm going to lie here on the sofa and not think.  I suggest those of you who are stressed out do the same.

Thanks for your patience, kids.  You're the best.

xoxo
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Emily said…
Yay your life is so glamorous. Also, I wish I knew how to not think. BRAIN IS SO LOUD THESE DAYS.
20 November 2012 at 15:33
Anne said…
HA, 'glamorous' is so not an accurate word for how I feel (or look) these days, but I'm glad your imagination is kinder to me than reality. And the secret to shutting up the brain is to tucker it out – it's like an overactive puppy. Just run it around until it's so tired all it can do is sit in the corner and pant.
20 November 2012 at 23:17
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