It's not you, it's me.

Dearest blog readers,

I feel like a teenage boy who's seemingly been ignoring the girl he really likes and is finally getting around to telling her why. I have to say exactly what he would, in all earnestness: it's not you, it's me -- I swear. My life is in transition, filling with new events, people, and assignments (yes, assignments, even before classes technically begin!) and keeping me sternly on my toes (for years I worked at home, alone, remember -- so it's stimulating but exhausting for me to be out and about, surrounded by people, indulged with new information, every day, all day). My life is in transition, and the newness is exhilarating; the prospects of all that lies ahead put a smile on my face as I sit here and think about them. But I haven't forgotten you; even if I don't show it, I haven't forgotten my love of writing for you or my appreciation for your being there to read whatever I decide to say. So sheepishly, I am here to ask you to stay faithful to me, to keep checking for updates as you have been (Google Analytics tells me so!); to know that I'm thinking about you and thinking about what to write for you; to know that this is just part of the transition—the loss of the time to write, the loss of knowing just what to say. But it'll come back. I'll be back. I hope you will be too.

yours in loquaciousness forever,
Lara