*Peeking my head out*

Yeah! There really is a 'real' world out there. Not that I get to see much of it these days. I hope y'all know that I'm not avoiding you. I've just been really busy studying for this test that I need to take for my job. In 12 more days, the test will be over and I can get back to my real life and my real world. Writing.

I was talking to a friend today and he was commenting on some of my blog entries and he told me the sweetest thing. He said that I should get a collection of essays together and he would buy them. Now he wasn't talking about my romantic writing but my funny writing. He told me that he'd been showing my blogs to friends and he was very impressed with me. I thought that was the sweetest thing he'd ever said...and if you knew him, that's saying a lot. He's not exactly the soul of kindness. But he's fun and quirky and an asshole so I love him.

Now, if y'all couldn't tell from my previous writings, I'm a tortured artist which means I'm massively insecure and in constant need of validation.

Part of me wants to be the next Nora Roberts while the other half wants to be the next Dave Barry. I want to write romance novels and have a weekly column in the New York Times. Is that too much to ask? I am nothing if not a study of polarities.

So I thank everyone who reads this blog and appreciates both sides of my personality.

And to those who check to find the next installment of 'On Business' I know I've said it before and I've meant it every time, it's on its way. I think there will be two more and then it'll be done. But never fear, another will soon take up the torch.

Making like a gopher,

Me

P.S. Speaking of polarities and talent, I think I'll take a cue from my pal Jaye's blog and posit something: Does talent transcend genre? If you're good at fiction would you be equally fabulous at say being a columnist? Answers appreicated.