You might have noticed I've been a little lax about blogging this week.  Haven't posted a decent thought since American Idol Tuesday. 

Some would say that last post didn't have a decent thought in it. 

The timing of this lack of blog inspiration is strange.  Last weekend at the conference, I spoke to several people about how much I enjoy blogging, how I've gained readers because of the blog, how I almost never lack for material.  I was also mentioned in Barbara Vey's blog at the Publisher's Weekly site and on Smart B&tches Love Trashy Books.  Mentions on other popular blogs tend to attract new visitors.

God, I hope they weren't disappointed when they got here.

I wrote most of a post on Wednesday about why I'd never succeed as a participant on Moment of Truth.  I reread what I wrote and realized that if they asked me, "Have you ever written a blog post that made yourself sound like a smug, morally superior, judgmental cow?", I'd have to answer "Yes" and shame myself before millions of television viewers. 

I'd hate that.  I generally stay away from judging others. I'm no perfect angel for sure.   Smugness accelerates the aging process, causing needless lines and wrinkles, along with chiropractic problems from walking with a stick up your ass.

Okay.  Maybe I indulged in a soupcon of smuggery this week.  Ramiele finally got the boot from American Idol.  I scored 5 points in the betting pool and am currently tied for 3rd place in a very tight race.

Anyway, I managed a post for Babes in Bookland today.  That counts for something.

I promise to get back into the blogging groove. 

In the meantime, if you ever have a topic you'd like me to blog about, please let me know.  If I'm totally unqualified on the subject you suggest, I'll make something up. 

PERsonally, I want to see some smug. :p

Oh I vote for smug ;-) But I would like to know how crab walking season is going. March-April October-November

Seen any yet?

The Florida Keys land crabs must be hiding from Spring Breakers. I haven't seen one in months. Haven't had to swerve to avoid hitting on on the highway. None have infiltrated the yard and attempted to dismember a puppy. I'm not complaining -- I'm just suspicious. I don't want to sit out in the yard one day, like an unsuspecting version of Tippi Hendren while battalions of land crabs gather behind me, waiting to attack en masse.

Hoper, play me in Scrabble at the Spaghetti Match. I can be very smug in Scrabble games. Unless Bert beats me. Although, he probably cheats. Grrrrr.

Hey, toots, I've known you for a lot of years, and I would never call you smug. Truthful,open-minded,frank and to the point, caring and sweet, but NEVER smug. ;) Be yourself, Mary. That's the best you can be. Your friends love you for it and the rest . . . well, ignore them.