What a whirlwind!

By Diane Silver

Life has been wild the last few months, and I have definitely been a very bad and neglectful blogger. The good news is that my writing career is taking off.

I'll have an announcement soon, but until that day I'm going to post some of the things that have been keeping me from blogging. Among them was a delightful guest stint on the Lesbian Notions column, which is distributed nationally by Q Syndicate.

And yes, I'm going to get back to posting those odd bits of information that catch my fancy.

Stay Tuned

By Diane Silver

I'm popping in to let you know that In This Moment's hearty staff is still around. We're well. (Many thanks for asking!) We're busy. (Busy is always good, especially when it's attached to making money.) We're also meditating on the future of this illustrious blog and considering where we want to go and what we want to do in the blogging life.

Stay tuned. We'll keep posting. The updates might be a bit sporadicwhile we get this all worked out.

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PHOTO: Nothing special. Just a shout for joy at a sunrise and delight in being alive.

Sigh...

By Diane Silver

Instead of being a good blogger today and posting about the fate of nations, Paris Hilton, George Bush's stomach, his return to drink or return to near drink, I wrestled with my day job. Since February that day job has involved mostly magazine freelancing, although I am setting my sights on some book projects for the future.

Today, though, I wrestled, screaming (although not quite like ole' Paris screaming her way to the clink) with a 2,000-word feature that just refused to be subdued. I've almost got it pinned, but I haven't prevailed yet. Thus, no blogging. At least not today.

This is a tough story. It's the first one I've written on spec, as in on "speculation," which means I don't have a market for it yet. Thus, I find myself being super, compulsive, obsessive. Of course, I'm usually a tad obsessive about my writing, but this time it's even worse, but you don't need to hear me babble about that.

What I really want to do is put on my Mom's hat and write to poor Paris about the slings and arrows of life and how they can actually be a good thing. Maybe later.

And so it goes...