I Apologize

Remember when I vowed to update this blog at least once a week? Well, I have clearly broken that promise. I apologize. I mean it. Cross my heart. But I will not promise to update once a week anymore; i just cannot disappoint you like that.

Now do not think for a second that Raves....Rants… has not been on my mind or in my heart; it is always with me, wherever I go. I have just been busy. Doing what you ask? Tanning on the beach, reading on the beach and napping on the beach. Or napping on my couch. This summer, I worked like a dog; the life skills program from 7:45-1:15 followed by four additional tutoring hours a week. I was driving back and forth to the town I work and tutor in twice a day, twice a week. Cry me a river!! Bust out the cheese for my WHINE!! Set it to a sad song, sort of like a dirge, on a violin!! I do not expect any sympathy, considering I lived it up this summer, but the money I spent on gas and time I spent in the car added up. So I had no choice but to drink copious amounts of wine, often consumed just feet from my abode, at my friend Csjako's place. Or I was attending Jersey Shore parties at Robyn’s. Or "hosting" a bbq at Mac's, who kindly cooked for me, miscellaneous friends, but for Josh too. (FYI: She cooked Josh's sausage to perfection, only for him not to be hungry for sausage at all that night or the night the followed. But I do appreciate her agreeing to having the Q I suggested she have at her home.) I had dinners to attend, lots of DVR to watch and more naps to take. SOR-RY!

But the reason I have finally decided to sit my can down and blog away tonight is because I was actually reminded by a superior, unbeknownst to her, that I have been lacking in the written expression area. I had the pleasure of attending an English department meeting today and the "motivation" for the attendees was to share with a neighbor any books we had read this summer or any writing we had done. Clearly, this was not going to be a serious exercise at all considering we were all sitting next to friends who we spoke to (by speak I mean texted or bbm-ed every day). Of course, the joke was that I had written an epic poem, my friend Cheryl wrote Haiku along the shores of Jones Beach, and Ro-Diddy wrote a comedic screenplay in the spirit of "Wedding Crashers". Yet, this was not a waste of time. I realized I was a bit disappointed that I had not written squat all summer. Don’t get me wrong. I do not consider this writing a work of art by any means. It’s just a way of expressing myself without censor. I can be me without having to worry that a publisher won’t pick up my work or an editor will rip it apart. This is a no pressure way for me to be the writer I thought I once wanted to be.
My true fans know that I posted two items this summer. But does a posted piece of writing I had done five years ago count? They entry about Mad Libs was pretty weak. So I am here to tell you, I am back. I am not sure you are ready for me, though. I have an arsenal of backlogged ideas/observations/rants for you. But be patient. Wait. Absence makes the heart grow fonder.