I've been a very bad blogger lately. In my defense, the cold I thought I was getting over came back worse than before and I was completely useless for most of last week. I'm feeling more or less human again, so I thought I should post something.

There are times that I truly wish I was a writer. Every year at Thanksgiving, my cousin and I bombard my grandmother with questions about the family. Over the years, the story of her life has begun to unfold. For some reason, this year I decided I wanted to write that story, fictionalized of course. But as I've stated here before, I am not a fiction writer. It's very frustrating to have story ideas and not be able to do anything with them!