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Well, most of you know that I have been writing for the Orange County Metblogs for the last five years or so.

Good lord, has it really been that long?

For whatever reason, unbeknownst to us lowly writers, the powers that be that ran (and yes, the past tense is deliberate) the site could not make it work and so have shut down the entire network. So, all of my writing, poof! Gone!

I didn't even have time to save my stuff that was on there because, hello, I barely have enough time to write, much less sit there and copy and paste all five hundred or so of my posts.

Boo.

But, one of my former Metblogs colleauges and I are possibly cooking up something new for ourselves, which doesn't require us to stick to someone else's (rather arbitrary) rules about what we can or can't write about.

I'm excited (not just because I love parenthesis, apparently) because it's been a while since I was excited to write about where I live. I so LOVE living here, and I've always tried to express that through the blog, but now I'm looking forward to beng able to say what I want to say, when I want to say it.

Look for something new soon!

Comments

Liplash said…
a) the sites are back online.

2) i am thrilled to be cookin' in the kitchen with you.
8:51 PM
Chris said…
You go Girl!!!
How the heck are you. Yes, I do come back here to lurk around.
I'm sure that the little one is getting so big already. Also, glad to hear you will be writing somewhere...I enjoy your writing.
8:12 PM
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