Debra Pickett

There was a point, not long ago, when I really thought I'd dealt with all my commitment issues. That was before the blog.

I don't have a particular excuse for why I haven't posted anything in the last few days. (Laziness, enjoyment of fine weather, etc.) But I can offer, in my own defense, the rather ridiculous fact that I have, in the last 48 hours, read 4 books.

These are:
We Are All Welcome Here by Elizabeth Berg (for a "Lunch" interview; an excellent tear-jerker)
Looking for Mr. Goodfrog by Laurie Graff (for a "Smart Girls" review; so-so)
To Hell With All That by Caitlin Flanagan (for an upcoming feature; I wanted to hate it -- and Flanagan -- but found myself strangely unable to completely dismiss it)
Moving On by Sarah Ban Breathnach (for a "Lunch" interview; totally helping me come to terms with my addiction to The Container Store)

I think it's awesome, really, that, in the absence of postings, people sent me e-mails to make sure I wasn't dead or anything. But it's also a little scary.

It's possible I haven't thought this blog thing all the way through.