Prodigal Writer

Egads. I almost completely forgot that I had begun this journal, which may explain the two-year absence. My apologies to those who are actually reading it--I wasn't aware that anybody was. Including people I haven't heard from in forever (hi Julie--my contact information for you is probably about 6 years out of date)! Must remember to update this more often.

In a nutshell, I've spent the last few years accomplishing such myriad tasks as *finally* becoming a published "author" (inasmuch as I write little sound-bite economics book summaries that are technically published in a periodical), working my way through grad school, and getting married. The blessed event took place in June 2006, and my husband and I have been trying to fit in little bits of wedded bliss amidst our busy lives ever since. He's a writer and an academic of the archaeologist sort; I'm a writer and an academic of the bookish sort, so we get along well. As of today, I'm approximately 24 days away from the massive comprehensive exam that is the final requirement for my M.A. in English Literature. The past three years have been a blur of Great Works and discourse, but an end is in sight. And after the degree is achieved? I have no idea. I've got a husband, I've got a job, I'll have all the education I want (at least for the next few years), and kids are still a few years in the future. Life is very soon going to get much less complicated and much more open. I might try out that writing thing again...my novels have been gathering dust for years. A new attempt at a social life might be in order too; graduate school is not always conducive to communication with the outside world.

So if you're reading this and you know me from way back when, or think you might want to know me, then feel free to comment or look me up on MySpace or something. I'll be a lot more accessible after April 13th.