Sorry for the blog silence!
All by May 1, I was supposed to move out of one apartment and into a house; finish my revisions and turn them in; and complete a bunch of projects at my day job that are extremely intensive.
April has been a stressful month but I was on track to finish it all. Then, last Friday, my dog swallowed a treat and spent until yesterday in doggy hospital with a failing liver and blocked esophagus. It was a bit of a nightmare. He still may not recover but at least now he's sitting here beside me as I type, sleeping.
I still have to move, I still have to finish those revisions (though luckily my wonderful editor at Simon Pulse gave me some extra days...animal lovers unite!), and I still have to go get ready to go to work.
Oh, and I turn 33 on Saturday. Not ready for that either.
But life goes on. That's the reality of being a writer...of being a human being, I suppose. Life happens, and we just do our best to keep up.
I'll be back on the blog after all this current craziness is over. In the meantime, enjoy a picture of Maxx before he swallowed a stupid treat whole.