Now that I've announced that to the world, I guess I can go write the blasted thing now.
(nod, I know, I'm not sure if reverse psychology works as self-help, but what the heck? I've tried everything else.)
Oh. 'Cept WRITING.
and while I'm here, I'd like to say that I was also NOT murdered at The Krewe of Muses parade last night. I AM a parade--I don't need to go to 'em anymore. to my Sharons--ya'll worry too much.
but I love ya.