Well it’s time to get in the confession booth. I’ve got a lot to repent.

I confess to:

Missing my post last week. Lo siento. It was my 2nd wedding anniversary. I should have been prepared, but I forgot. Me. The Woman. Forgot. The Anniversary. Sitcom Cliches Spinning and Exploding in Space! (Yes, they are coming to take my ovaries away any day now.)

Letting my family life take over my writing life. I have a rambunctious toddler who howls when I sit down at my computer, and reportedly cries and bangs on the front door all night when I go to writer’s group. Frustrating? Yes. Guilt inducing? Yes. But he’s got to learn the world doesn’t revolve around him. And I need to remember that this just happens to be one of the more challenging moments of child-rearing, and it too shall pass.

Coasting in Class. Early in the semester I had a manic burst- one of those midnight burns where something sparks and you slam out thousands of words without stopping to blink. And then, hey! No need to write for the rest of the semester, right? Now the last class is on the horizon. The barren summer looms before me, devoid of the insightful and inspiring minds of my teacher and class mates. Regretorama.

Finally, Final Fantasy XIII. Usually I can ignore all the shiny video games laying around the house. There’s something really insidious about them to me. A book I can spend hours with, or minutes with. But fall down a WoW-hole and buddy there’s no coming back. But FFXIII, damn it, has just enough training wheels on it to appeal to the infrequent gamer like myself. Stupid gorgeous graphics! Stupid fascinating fighting mechanics! I’m stuck on a boss fight right now, and it would be best to leave off there for a week or two. I’ll try.

Here’s some other things I’m going to try this week. 1. This week’s 500 Club. 2. BIC! An hour a day ought to keep the lazies away.

I think that’s a good start to get me back on track.

Thanks for letting me confess.