confession

Okay, so it's been four months since I last posted. Instead of whipping myself, I'm writing. I'm so in envy of those of you who can just sit down and compose something "camera ready" for the Internet. Or so your posts look to me. Do you really find it as easy as it looks? Because I don't. I feel naked and speechless out here. Words don't come to me as they do (most of the time) when I'm writing fiction. I feel like a clogged drain. Glug.

On the other hand (isn't there always another one?) I had a great time speaking at the SCBWI/LA retreat in Encino last weekend. My mission --chosen for me --was to talk about character. I was daunted at first. What's left to say about character?? But the reception was great, so I apparently said something worth listening to.

So why all the trouble with this blog?

I AM getting back into the blogwater though, so don't give up on me. I'm still learning to swim.