Unexpectedly. Mysteriously.

Annoyingly.

If you’ve been following this blog recently, you know I’ve updated my website. Liz did a great job, but in doing the update, she switched email programs on me. So currently, I can log on to two different servers, both which have email from the website.

As if I weren’t confused before.

One of these IS going away, so I have about two weeks to empty the hundreds of emails I’ve saved on that server to another account. In doing this I’ve made a rather disturbing find.

Unanswered emails that date back almost two years. Yikes!!

(Picture one tired writer heaving a deep sigh.)

Now this is no one’s fault but my own and my ineptitude with filters, spam controls, and a tendency to forget about emails that have been read and marked for response once they’ve scrolled two or three pages over.

I love email. Dearly. I depend on it. Addicted to it. Find it the best way to communicate since I was sending penpal letters to Ireland in junior high. But just as letters sometime disappear into the dead letter bin, email poofs into the Ethernet (or just my inbox) never to be seen again.

So if you’ve written me and didn’t hear back, I apologize. I found some of you. I hope all.

But as with socks and dryers, you just never know.

My socks watching Castle

Stana Katic on Castle is svelte. I’m more . . . well . . . zaftig. I’ve not been svelte since I was four years old, and there’s no way I’ll be that thin. What I would like to do, however, is get to a comfortable size so that I don’t have to worry about turning my ankles in high heels or taking out small children with my purse when I turn around in WalMart.

To get to a size where I’m a little less embarrassed to have my photographer do those new headshots later in the spring. Jason’s great (just look at some of his portraits on Facebook), but . . . hey, I may not be svelte but I do still have an ego.

I want to look as good as I can, considering.

So this Friday space will be my accountability ledger, a chart of my progress. Now, I’m not going to bore you with preachy entries about nutrition, new diets, new exercises. Instead, what I want to do is talk about (with humor, I hope) on my progress, what worked, what I tripped over. After all, if this can’t be a little fun, I probably won’t get far with it.

Y’see, one of my biggest problems with exercise and dieting is that they’re boring. I don’t care how good they are for me; I can think of a thousand things more intriguing than walking on a treadmill. It’s why I prefer hiking over walking a track, and I suspect this is why the Wii Fit programs have been so successful. Fun. Combine Fun with Progress, and you get a program that will continue.

What does this have to with writing? You’d be surprised.

Here’s a hint, which is a preview of next week’s progress report:
1) writer’s butt
2) creative energy

The point is to get rid of one and increase the other. You can guess which is which.

Are we having fun yet?