I realize I’ve been rather quiet of late, so here’s a quick hit of what’s going on:

1. The summer doldrums approacheth
Already, you might ask? It’s not even solstice! But this happens to me every year, and it’s already starting to feel familiar. Spring is my time of mad-dash socializing and plan-making and seasonal spasticity. Summer rolls around and suddenly I’m in a stupor. Nothing’s bad, but nothing’s especially super duper. It’s amotivational. And it’s already happening. Communication languishes. My eyes droop. Is it September yet?

2. Invitations arrived
Our wedding invitations and matching stickers arrived yesterday. In a display of perfect irony, the invites include a glaring typo lovingly handcrafted by yours truly, the professional fucking writer. Luckily, I can cover it up with a sticker, but I just know that some well-intentioned guest is going to get all har-har-har on me and ask where they can “get more lots info.” THE AGONY!

3. Movie spree
Andreas and I have been on a commercial blockbuster marathon lately. Only matinees, so don’t start thinking we’re TOTAL tools — we pay only $6, instead of the customary $9. First it was Shrek 2 (favorite moment, predictably? Sir Justin). Then it was The Day After Tomorrow (entertaining, in part because the dialogue was so bad that we giggled through the whole flick). Today it was the first showing of Harry Potter, which was really good. Best part? The new location of Hogwarts. Also: the direction.

4. My book
I’m afraid I may be driving my lit agent insane. What the fuck is this goddamn book about, anyway? One friend suggested a weekend retreat to meditate and muse on it, but since the book is sort of my life story, that feels so self-indulgent (I must retreat from the world so that I can be undistracted from my navel-gazing auto-absorption) that even a narcissistic blogger like me feels weird about it. That said: I clearly need to do some workshopping on the idea. If you were going to read a book by me, what would you want it to be about?