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Wow, as usual, I am drastically overdue for an update. I keep telling myself I'll get better but, well, I'm sure you get the idea. In any event, there's not much to report on the writing front. I'm waiting to hear about my next project – sometimes the wheels of publishing turn veeeeery slooooowly. Hopefully I will know soon, because I have been writing like a fiend with nowhere to send it. I've been carrying all my manuscripts around on one of those little memory sticks because I'm becoming paranoid that some unsuspecting petty thief will break into my house and steal my 8-year old laptop (exactly) and all my hard work will be sold for a pittance to some back alley fence who will barely read any of my files before purging the hard disk with a sneer and selling my computer to the first loser with $50 bucks in their pocket. I've been considering doing a serial on my website—okay, there's a little withdrawal going on here. But I have a project that I'm loving and am really thinking my readers would love, too. How do you guys feel about tuning in to my website on a regular basis for a serial update? On the personal front, my son just started college, which is quite the undertaking if you haven't been involved in the experience before. Since we live in an area of Michigan with more than a half dozen amazing colleges, including the University of Michigan, my son chose to live at home and telecommute, as did several of his friends. Even without the dorm room drama, there have been classes to schedule, books to buy, and the first-week class frenzy, which includes carpooling (their idea), possible routes in case of inclement weather (it's Michigan, things flood or get icy with very little warning), where the heck to park and how do they expect a kid to get all the way across campus in ten minutes, and of course, additional books/wrong books/books that aren't available online and that the book store has run out of because the professor didn't tell anyone until the first day of class. Honestly, these are highly-educated professionals. If they can't manage to be clear about the edition and number of books 'required, I despair of their ability to impart knowledge to a passel of 18-year old 'iPhone junkies with the collective attention span of a swarm of gnats. Sure, I know 'this is part of college life, and it's just as important to learn how to handle these 'little problems as it is to take chemistry—or at least that's what I told him. For 'me it's just a pain in the neck. (Okay, had to get that out of my system. The snarky part of the update is officially over.) And it's really all right because we got his college career launched fairly well—and we're only waiting for two more books to come in! In any event, my son wants to be an epidemiologist. Yeah, that was my reaction, too. It has something to do with diseases and how they spread. The rest I told him to keep to himself. If there is some sort of pustule-inducing, flesh-eating, mind-altering contagion coming my way that I have no hope of dodging, I prefer to remain blissfully ignorant. Just as long as I'm not going to turn into a Zombie. Don't want to be shuffling stiff-legged, buggy-eyed, and moaning in the wilds of what used to be Detroit until a fortunate (?) survivor decapitates or otherwise takes me out in some gory manner. Right, you're romance readers. Sorry, it's the unfortunate side effect of too much imagination with nowhere to put it. I told you I was in withdrawal. In any case, I hope someone checks in to read this. I know it's been a long dry spell—believe me, I know! Give me a holler, if you feel like it, on my serial idea. And Keep Reading!! 
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