"Sitting on a Gold Mine"

Gobble Gobble! For those of you who check this site on a semi-regular basis, I'm sure you are disappointed that you haven't heard from me in well over a month. Life has been crazy for the following reasons:

1. In the past month, I have been to Charleston, Wilmington and Raleigh for various reasons.

2. Mr. G has returned

3. Work, work, work! I have been putting in hellacious hours because it's "cruch time" with several projects. The pressure right now is simply immense.

Whilst in Wilmington for an indie film festival, a close friend of mine who recently procured her MFA in creative writing urged me to pick my pen up and capitalize on the "gold mine" that is my family and the stupefying dysfunctionality I grew up with and continue to experience upon every encounter with them. I gave this some thought and find it entirely appropriate for my blog to switch direction a bit: away from my current personal life, which is, let's face it, not that terribly exciting, to the exploits of my youth...or, should I say, the exploits of my siblings.

I'm sure that my current experiences will make their way into my "new" blog, but I've grown tired of trying to figure things out on here, to be honest. And, frankly, some things just need to be kept private so as not to invite scrutiny.

But, hey, my family? Different story altogether. My friend is right. I am sitting on a gold mine. I really am. And if David Sedaris can make a living at it, by golly, why can't I at least flesh out the same outlandish tales I've woven for my friend's entertainment (and, in many cases, to their horror) with the objective of developing them into something I might be able to submit for publication at some point. I mean, hell, I'm almost 40.