Oh how I’d love to tell you the story of my weekend. It involves nachos, lawn darts and turkeys. But I’m in a time crunch here for work. In fact, the time crunch probably won’t really end until February, to be honest. (To those in publishing, I have eight books to turn over by then and so many loose ends to tie up in the mean time.)

Plus, I have about 40 pages at Intercot to do, not to mention several things I’ve been promising to John for a while. Plus I want to get my website jumpstarted, which means content development and I have to get a second draft of the film story done ASAP. Then there are the kids and the wife and getting licensed to practice medicine in the South. It’s a busy time.

I’ll try to update this week. However, if I don’t, please understand. And if you don’t understand I understand that you don’t understand so please understand my understanding of your lack of understanding.

Understand?

What a weird word. If you break it out it doesn’t really mean what it is supposed to mean. Stupid English language. Let’s riot.