Sunday, 2 August 2009
Summer of Bleurgh
Hello I’m back, those of you who noticed. (Thanks to all who got in touch to say, “Where the Hell are you, Misssy?” That was nice.) This is a short one just to get me back in and catch you all up.
It’s been a crappy summer really and that’s why I’ve not been posting. My husband’s dad died a month ago as the summer holidays started. It’s been sad, weird and complicated. That’s all I’ll say on the matter.*
We also cancelled our holiday which could have been full of bloggable material since we had been going to Loch Lomond and had bought a dinghy for the occasion. We, however were never going to call it Dignity, since that song, Misssives readers of old will remember, is the first song on the personalised playlist waiting for me on Beelzebub's Jukebox in Purgatory, should I ever end up there. We’ve called it Unmashable, because there’s nothing like a name like that to tempt ye Gods. Also it’s orange...and no-one looks dignified in orange.
Another reason for being light on the blog front is the fact that I’ve been busy with a project that’s been ongoing for about six months. I have written a humour book with super-blogger Emma Kaufmann about being a mum. We’ve finally finished it, we’re very happy with it and we think it’s pretty damn funny. But doing something that big has squeezed all the creative juice out of me like a Kiwi Fruit in the path of a steamroller carjacked by a toddler. I thought about telling you all about it before, but it seemed a bit jinxy. It still does if I’m honest. But there, I’ve done it now. Emma’s probably going to kill me for hexing it. But she’s over in the US and can’t reach over to slap me, so I’m safe.
So I’m back, and I’ll be posting regularly again soon. Forthcoming attractions are: How I Nearly Got Involved in the Space Race and David Bowie, Snaggletooth and Me.
Also I'm off to New York in two months so something humiliating involving mugging, airport security or cultural misunderstanding is bound to happen to Meeester and I, so I'd stick around if I were you.
Ahhh, I've misssed this....
*I’d also like to point out that Michael Jackson is not my husband’s dad, just in case anyone thought they were on to something with that.
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Posted by Misssy M at 21:42