Mea Culpa

I must apologize for the absence of a post earlier today.

Here’s my excuse: I usually write my blogs on Monday, then schedule them to go live on Tuesday morning. As my eldest leaves for college this Saturday, our house is in upheaval this week, with packing, shopping, last-minute visits to see people she won’t see again for months, etc.

A couple weeks ago a friend suggested I write a post about what it means to write gothic mysteries. I thought it was a great idea, so I scheduled the post for today, thus forcing myself to make time to write it on a day I knew I would be very busy.

And I had every intention of writing the post last night.

But then my dog got sprayed by a skunk in the backyard and with the bathing, the tomato juice rinse, and the cleaning up and attempting to deodorize the house (didn’t work), my blog not only slipped completely to the back of my mind, but somehow fell off the face of the earth completely.

So please forgive me. I will write that post about gothic mysteries, but it won’t be for a few weeks.

Have a great day.

Until next time,


11 thoughts on “Mea Culpa”

  1. I had to laugh at the dog. We lived in the country when I was a child and after dinner my five siblings and I would often play hide and seek. The best place to hide was in the middle of a clump of shrubs, which was also home to a family of skunks. On more than one occasion one or another of us had to take that tomato juice bath.


    1. That’s funny! I had never seen a skunk up close before last night. In fact, yesterday morning I noticed a creature on the patio when I let the dog out. I thought it was a cat, but it might have been the skunk. We have woods right behind our house, so the skunk probably lives out there. Someone today told me to use a mixture of water, peroxide, and peppermint oil to get the odor out. I’ll try that if it happens again. Luckily I love the smell of tomato juice!

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  2. Actually, this is a great post. Instead of “The Definition of a Gothic,” you’ve written a terrific post on “The Definition of Being a Writer.” And this is what we do: we de-skunk the dog, help children pack to go away and leave us bereft, shop for the family, finish the laundry, and think about exercising while we fantasize about having time to do what we do – W R I T E. πŸ™‚
    Best of luck on Saturday, and on returning home with one empty room and an empty heart, realizing, though, that your characters are always inside, waiting for you.


    1. Thank you! And you make a good point- life gets in the way, doesn’t it? Luckily I store it all away for future use in a book. πŸ™‚

      And I know we’ll be sad to see Carolyn leave, but she’s ready and I know she’ll be fine. That helps a lot. Sniffle, sniffle.

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    1. Migraine is finally gone! Carolyn’s schedule is crazy this week, too. It’s hard to say good-bye to everyone! Hopefully my me time will consist of riding the spin bike- boy, do I need it!

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