Come on, guys...go check the first letter of each sentence in that last post. Highly unoriginal, I know. But you have to admit that I could no sooner quit writing than I could chew off my own leg. (Chewing would be physically impossible. I could, if necessary, saw off my leg if given the proper utensil.) And I'm especially not going to quit writing because a couple of publishers shot me down. Keep in mind, I've been dating since 1992.
The Wounded Mosquito is not going anywhere.
It's true that I've been painfully slack in posting lately, an error I hope to address soon. Let's just say I've had a lot of stuff going on. Since late January I've essentially been working one full-time day job and teaching two night classes, which means my free time has become a lot more infrequent and valuable. Plus I'm still trying to decide whether to continue this blog as an extension of my old USU column (the original intent) vs. writing posts that are shorter and more frequent (the advice I get from anyone who knows anything about creating a blog with a successful following).
It would seem that, as per usual, I am struggling with a commitment issue. Kind of puts a different spin on that 1992 stat.
