Testing, testing, 1 2 3 testing.... I think the keyboard still works.
By way of explaining why I haven't posted in forever and ever, let me just say, it's been a really sucky Spring. All of you know about the Knuckleheaded husband's health problems and surgery. But what I didn't tell you about because it was so quickly superseded by the husband's illness, was that my YA novel was rejected by Scholastic. Which, given that it's in part about the Castro in 1979, is not entirely surprising. Still, it was disappointing. It's moved on to the next publishing house, but I'm defensively preparing myself for another no. The common wisdom is that getting published is not so much a reflection of talent as it is a reflection of persistence. So I'll try to be brave about rejection and persistent even when I don't feel brave, none of which I'm very good at.

And then, on top of all that, this happened -


The crumpled thing in the back is what used to be our minivan before a drunk going over 100 mph smashed it and four other cars, including a police cruiser. But no one, including the drunk or the cop, were seriously injured. So rather than feeling like Mrs. Job counting up her tribulations ("Oy, Job, my mother always said I should have married that dentist in Sodom!"), I'd like to try to pick myself up off the floor and stand back up so I can see the blessings I still have around me.

So, if anyone is still there, I'll be trying to post here more often.