Activity on this blog has gotten a bit slow, I've noticed. Not that I'm criticizing. Have you heard from me, lately? Groop hasn't met recently, sure. And it's the holidays.
But there are some things to discuss. First of all: who. Jen has a personal statement she needs us to read. Since it's short, we could also discuss someone else's story, chapter, partial chapter, column, or holiday card missive. Volunteers?
Oh, I know what you're thinking. What about you, Ella? Weren't you in the cafe with Jen while she was writing her personal statement? Weren't you working on the next chapter in your novel?
Yeah. Didn't go so well. Working on it, though. And haven't even started on any sort of holiday card activity.
Okay, so ya'll haven't been writing either. But have you read anything decent? Me? I've been reading blogs about ebook readers. Isn't that the saddest thing you've ever heard? Reading about the possibility of reading?
Okay, I have been reading other things, but I'm not allowed to talk about it. All I know is this: it is very hard to write about grief. In fact, you can't write about it. If you do, it can lean toward the overly-sentimental, embarrassingly so. You have to write around it, or it just doesn't work.