Committed.

So remember that time when I told you I was going to really concentrate on my writing?



And then do you remember that time all those times when I procrastinated and watched Beverly Hills 90210 reruns instead?



Well, I am recommitting myself. (Do I hear angels singing? I know you are all so pleased.)



And this evening, I am reviewing my slightly outdated copy of Writer's Market and scouring this blog for print-worthy materials.



*Crickets chirping*



And um, unfortunately, whilst I have a plethora of three good topics here, there is nothing that is actually ready for publication. Most of the eloquent prose on this domain is of the ya sorta had to be there variety.



And so I am freaking out, but only a little. Also, I am putting many, many good thoughts out into the universe.



But gracious! Suddenly I feel as if there is no time - I'll never get into Stanford and I'll let everyone down and I'm so confused.



I shall not falter, nor will I be lured into watching this new-fangled 90210 spin-off, even if you are reprising your role as Brenda Walsh, Doherty.



And tomorrow, I will regale you with the tale of our exquisite wedding, from first class to the Sammy Sosas to my brief appearances at "The Club" to the gorgeous ceremony on the beach to the sweatiest reception ever to aqua gym, and everything in between. And here's a little preview: