I knew that I wouldn't be updating the blog very frequently, but I did expect that I would be keeping up with it far more than I have been. I suppose that the main issue is that my intention was to have this blog revolve around my creative escapades and writing madness... I've been lacking on both of those lately and instead have been dealing with life-changing adult things that don't solve themselves, although they should, in my opinion, just fall into place and not require any of this old-fashioned material exchange we call "money" either; then I could live in my magical worlds of emotional turmoil and death... I really don't seem to write about happy rainbows and kittens...

I still need to type out the fragments of creative genius I displayed a few sentences at a time with my comrades (yes, I have comrades, and none of which closely resemble farm animals either, so take that Orwell!), though I believe that I am responsible for the logical plot sequencing epic fail on the last story we wrote... that or my creative genius works in highly abstract ways. I'll go with the abstract: "Then she fell into the basement," "Wasn't she already in the basement?" "She fell into the basement of the basement!"

I haven't reviewed Freakhouse since I had the novel-talk way back when, but I am still determined to participate in this April's Camp NaNoWriMo. I think that the website gets relaunched next week so I will be distractedly playing on that soon, I should think. So far the working title for Freakhouse's sequel is Parish. I so far have no vision for a third book and something about that seems weird to me, like if I'm going to bother making a sequel at all that it should actually come in threes. Are there series that consist of only two books? Does that still count as a series? Or is it "that book, with that other book kinda attached to it"? Ah! Punctuation outside of the quotation marks!!!!

If you haven't been following my Good Reads updates, I've recently finished Truss's Eats, Shoots and Leaves, and I included in my review of the book that as much as I can agree with the proper uses of punctuation, the open British willingness to punctuate outside of quotation marks sends chills down my spine - and not in the alluring way - and even in cases when it makes perfect grammatical sense to put any form of punctuation outside of a closed quotation mark I grudgingly comply and feel a piece of my heart break as I look upon the disjointed structure I have purposely created.

Can you tell that I haven't written in a while? My tangents are ready to run rampant! This should make for an interesting NaNo experience - as if there are non-interesting ones.

Updates are most likely to be found on Twitter and Good Reads right now. Lord knows how frequently (or infrequently) I'll be updating anything during this Camp challenge. Will do my best (since there is no try!).

Over the past few weeks I've have about a dozen different things I've wanted to post about. Some random little blurbs to make me seem witty, some rants, some actual personal insightfulness that would make me feel more connected to everyone... but so far I've only managed to punch out the rare tweet. To paraphrase my own tweet, I've been somewhere between a Charlie Brown "AAARRRGGGHHH!" and a Home Alone "AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!". And honestly, after being in 4 hour lectures and writing papers, the brief thought that I would get some enjoyment out of blogging evaporates and I'm left with, "I don't want to read or write anything word related! I don't even want to speak anything word related!" Just ask my partner, I've been very whiney lately.

So why now? Do I have a moment of relaxation in which to recount all of those previous bits of inspiration? Not at all. I have no idea what I was going to tell you. Goldfish, remember? But I do have a story worth mentioning now.

I'm getting married. No, that's not the story, that's just the background information that you need. I've been planning this wedding for nearly 2 years now. I'm a freak like that. So the wonderful, beautiful venue that Matt and I ogled over when we moved to Calgary, the one that we booked a year and a half ago, informed me yesterday that they have gone out of business! All of a sudden all of my other complaints about life being sucky are meaningless. I have 5 months to start all over again! But, our kick-ass event planner is also a fairy godmother and had a plan B all coordinated for us at another even better and even more cost-effective venue, booked our day, booked the right rooms, and pretty much sorted everything out so that everything we wanted we would get. Once we got the phone call, Matt and I raced down to the new venue unannounced, pulled our new event planner out of a meeting (me hyperventilating the whole time), and she took as through everything. Not only can I breathe again, but damn, my wedding is going to rock!

In other news, those boring classes have resulted in more group stories, one completed one that took us 3 classes to finish, and that will be posted at some point... hey, I never said I was good at this blogging stuff!