Well, well. Those thirty days felt like 30 years. I hope my guest bloggers kept you entertained.

How did the book turn out, you ask? Uh, well... it's shit, actually. It was an excellent writing exercise, and a good excuse to take a break from the news, but the story and characters are terrible. Two years ago I wrote a fictionalized account of the angel who saved my worthless life, and it was great. But this... I felt nothing. The fact is I am a far better diarist than I am a novelist. Perhaps because I cannot suspend disbelief for very long, or perhaps (and probably) because I am a narcissist who can only stare at her own navel, and I have little interest in things that don't directly affect me. So be it. So I shall stick to diarizing my life, and holding forth on the issues of the day.

It's great to be back at Girl on the Right. There truly is no place like home.