I’m still around, but I’ve been, er, tangled up. Knitting is a fever, but it’s one I enjoy.

I haven’t picked up a book in a week. No desire to read! This is highly unusual, but I’m sure my interests will even out… a little reading, a little knitting, a little writing.

Speaking of writing, though, I’m very happy that a friend of mine has finished a novel she’s worked on for several years. I’m even happier that she’s asked me to read it! It’s her first complete work, and her goal will be to find an agent and get it published. Just like all the thousands of other novelists. But one never knows. It might happen. What pleases me is that regardless of whether she might get published, my friend feels the need to write as strongly as she needs to breathe. Creation for its own sake is a joy unto itself.