Thursday, December 28, 2006


I am a procrastinator. I always have been. For the most part, I’ve learned to live with it, although I am trying to plan better and start earlier.

Sometimes my procrastination works out for the best. Running flat out at a deadline often causes the creative juices to flow, resulting in some good work.

But there are other times when it’s a decided disadvantage. One example of this is when it comes to writing letters. I’ve lost touch with some friends over the years due to my slackness in the note-penning department. {Kendra M. is one of these, if anyone knows where she is now.}

So, to C. in Ira, Vermont and S. in Dundee, Florida: there are letters coming. They were going to be inserted into the Christmas cards, but that deadline somehow came and went when I wasn’t looking (I’d mention the cold I’ve been nursing since the 16th, but that would sound like a too-convenient excuse).

Anyway, please know that I have gotten your letters and emails and I’m really going to write to you.