Yes, I know I’m a bit late. Eight days to be exact. But one of my new year’s resolutions was to try to relax and not run so hard, so much of the time, and enjoy my life a bit more. Hence: less blogging. More princess games. You know the drill.
Still, I AM excited about 2012. I am back to writing (early stages, can’t talk about it, terribly superstitious/worried about jinxing myself) which makes me REALLY happy. Mostly because by the end of the book tour I was so tired I was convinced I could never write again. Amazing what some sleep can do. Like Mariah Carey said, back during HER breakdown, “Sleep deprivation is real, people!” Indeed.
I will say that January is not my favorite month. Nor is February. But at least new shows are coming back—30 Rock returns this Thursday!!!—and we’ve had some lovely not-winter like weather to spoil us. All good.
In my spare time—what’s that, again?—I opened a Twitter account for my rooster, Foghorn, simply because he is SO glorious. I mean, look:
It was really just a silly, stupid thing to do. But now he has over 700 followers! He already has WAY too much attitude. I think I will have to limit his Tweets so it doesn’t all go to his already large head. (He’s at @FoghornNC if you are on Twitter and are so inclined.)
Finally, I am still trying to find the balance with blogging and the rest of my life. I don’t like doing regular entries, because it becomes work, not fun. But I miss doing entries at all. I’m thinking this blog will become quick, little entries, when they strike me, with the pressure off for longer ones. It’s either that or go back to Tumblr, which, if I am honest, I don’t really understand. Sound good? I mean, I like to disappear and just be, you know, Snow White with my kid. But I also want to be able to tell you totally cool stuff like my rooster being on Twitter, or John Green’s new book—THE FAULT IN OUR STARS—-going on sale this Tuesday. Balance, people. Even as a clumsy person, or maybe because of that, I’m always hoping for it.
Have a good night, everyone!