It was three days ago that I promised to “get cracking.” Is that expression only found in certain parts of the country?
Anyway, I promised to respond to blog comments, to read other blogs, and I guess implicitly I promised to keep posting. Yikes. I’m 30 pages away from the end of the memoir I’m reading (so I have no memoir review yet). And I have read some blogs, but have by no means caught up. I’ve responded to very few comments on this blog.
After getting back from Michigan, I had a lot of business work to handle. In addition, I had to revise my poetry book manuscript, Doll God. Then I am putting together a package of pages and book summary to finish my certificate in nonfiction through Stanford University. I have a poem being published online tomorrow and had to record an audio version. The list goes on and on.
I will keep working at catching up, but in the meantime I feel like such a slacker. And yet I’m really busy! I swear I am!
So that you didn’t read this for nothing, I can offer you some photos of the covered bridge outside Centreville, Michigan. My grandmother loved covered bridges. She collected paintings of them. I think they reminded her of growing up at the beginning of the 20th century in rural Michigan. This particular covered bridge is special to me. My husband and I drove through it on our first date, which was a drive in the country. We were high school juniors.
I’m closing comments on this post to give me more time to catch up. Thanks for stopping by! xo
