Ok, maybe I'm not such a naughty blogger.

Good old Cyberjournalist.net, coming to the rescue to cover my laggardly blogging booty with this article about "Why Blog Post Frequency Does Not Matter Anymore."

I doubt that I'm so much Web 3.0 (whatever that means) as I am just typical. It seems everyone wants to play with their new blog-toy when they first set it up, but eventually has to attend to work, family or simple exhaustion and sacrifice daily posts.

Well, when I'm not avoiding blogging, I'm actually sending things to editors. I'm really pleased with the momentum I've gotten from my freelancing. I've got a huge backlog of writing-instruction type articles/article ideas to pitch to everyone from Writer's Digest to your local IABC chapter newsletter, I've made friends with the editor of my alma mater's alumni magazine (editing one myself proved to be a lovely way to start the conversation...) and plan to start pitching ideas at her until she assigns me one to write, and I'm starting to assemble some of the writing instruction stuff into a workshop.

I'm also still doing resumes for my client, although that's moving a little slower than last month. Still, I'm not complaining...

Oh, and that day job? Still assigning myself too many articles to write for the next issue. There's just too damn many fun things going on at my employer to give them all away to freelancers.

If you notice that I haven't mentioned much about the rest of my life, it feels like life in Phoenix in the summer is on hold--or simmer, I'm not sure which. Scooter and I went swimming at our friend's house last night and managed not to get blistering sunburns ala last July. The grandson is cute and adorable and talking and walking more and more.

That's all for now... :)