We've Fallen Down but...

Boy, have we fallen down on the case. Not a peep since Donna’s little tendon reconstruction. We could try to play it off on that—all the thumb therapy kept us busy. But that’s not even the case (she does have exercises, but they don’t take a whole lot of time. And the digit is on the mend). Truth is, we just got tired.

Everybody we know, regardless of age, is involved in doing 97 things at once. Working, raising kids, helping parents, cooking, cleaning, choir, cardio, charity, second careers, school, keeping in touch, keeping abreast, keeping up. . . That leaves about 2 ½ hours for sleep. Then we get up and do it all over again. And don’t even think about getting sick. Virginia has been battling spring allergies, but there was nothing to do but suck it up and drive on.

Now it’s not exactly that we’ve been lounging on the pool deck with a mojito while we’re not blogging. We’ve been plotting a new book and making notes on the screenplays for Tryin’ to sleep in the Bed You Made and Far From the Tree among other things. Oh, and trying to have a little bit of a life. We’re happy to say, we did not spend this long weekend together—it’s the first one we have spent not working in ages. And they say once you lose sleep you never get it back, but we’ve each been trying to play catch up on the shut-eye. We’ve had many conversations with friends about trying to find balance in life, but nobody has the key—we think somebody threw it away. Anybody got helpful hints on the balance tip?

So, the hiaitus is over. We’re getting ourselves ready for Book Expo America in Los Angeles later this week. We’re signing galleys of our next book, What Doesn’t Kill You (it’ll be out in Jan ’09) on Friday at 1PM in the South Hall of the LA Convention Center. And we look forward to seeing those of you who will be attending. And when we get back we’ll crack the whip, with our noses to the grindstone and some elbow grease. Heaven forbid a little moss gather on our rolling stones.