We Meet Again…

A.K.A. Where the Heck I’ve Been

Ahem, Or Rather:

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( via Bohemian in Suburbia )

Greeting, interwebbies!

Miss me? I’ve certainly missed you.

It’s funny how life swerves into the fast lane when things start piling on the agenda. I got super busy with school, travel, and a few familial situations, that the blogging fell by the wayside. Mea culpa, my lovelies.

It’s September.

New month.

It’s that time of year (my fav!) with crisper weather.

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( via parls )

And a boatload to discuss, plan, and do for the next thirty days.

Let’s get to it.

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Rubbing Elbows

A Little Inspiration Goes a Long Way

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So, I went to an author book signing today. Did it matter that I was the only non-child not accompanying a child that was interested in the subject matter? Nope!

It’s nice to think that maybe that’d be me someday on the stage or on the other side of the table signing books for many an eager underaged reader.

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School’s IN for the Summer!

When It’s Good to Geek Out

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On what turned out to be a glorious Cinco de Mayo, I began my Summer Session. There was some trepidation, only because I thought I’d fallen out of school mode these last few weeks. Turns out, once a keener always a keener.

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Mayday, Mayday, Mayday…

This is a Goals Post

I repeat, this is a goals post.

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Erm, not quite the same thing, but I digress.

New month. Goals not quite met? Shake it off and keep going. Goals accomplished? Huzzah! Let’s have a lookiloo at what’s happened and what’s yet to be done, shall we?

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The End is the Beginning is the End

Or ‘An Open Letter to Myself’

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To You, As it May Concern:

We’re wrapping up Act Two of the Bootcamp and nearing the curtain call for Camp NaNo.

While I did not leap tall buildings in a single or even a dozen bounds, there was progress to be made and made it I did.

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