When I began this blog, I made a very conscious decision to post often. Some will say I've not quite met the mark there. To those readers I would say...agreed. Working on it. I also swore to myself that I would never, never -- not ever -- post something that in any way said "Sorry for the undue absence" in the vein of "I'm so busy that I cannot be bothered to do this thing I started and clearly, now, am unable to keep up in any sort of regular way that would indicate I'm a proper writer rather than a slag." But. So. I won't.
I will say this: Jury Duty. Exhausting. Delicious. Fascinating. If there is anything that has come out of my juror experience so far...it is this: I am, evidently, a writer. It has never been more obvious to me than when sitting in the courtroom, listening to everyone answer the routine questions during jury selection. I was engrossed. I made mental notes of every story, every facial tick, every interesting thing I overhead potential jurors say on breaks. I have catalogued them all. I have gathered more juicy material in a few days of jury duty than I've cobbled together in, well, months. I am bursting with so much to say and yet -- I am under a strict order not to speak until the trial is over. Oh, but I will...soon. Very soon.