Guess how many novels I read last year?
A whopping seven. I counted the other night, and I couldn't believe it either. No wonder it's been quiet around here. Even getting my very first pair of glasses hasn't made me more fictionally inclined.
Add to this the fact that I refuse to discuss what I might be working on next -- even with the people I live with -- and there isn't much left to talk about.
Sorry 'bout that. I didn't mean to turn into such a wiener, even when I proclaimed myself a Very Occasional Blogger. At the moment, I don't see a cure for it on the horizon.
