A Blogging Weekend (sort of)

I haven’t posted in a while as I’ve had a major bout with allergies. I haven’t felt like doing much of anything except going to work, going home, and going to sleep. Hopefully, I’ll be up to writing more next week.

I finally did get around to registering for the online Excel class that I’ve been intending to take for the last few months. I’m also thinking about registering for a self-study bookkeeping course titled Internal Control and Detection of Fraud. I really like working as a copy editor, but experience has taught me that you always have to have Plan B.

Another Nonblogging Weekend

I haven't done any writing this week. I've been fighting off the sniffles. I don't have a cold; I'm allergic to the vegetation that has popped up all over the place. Thanks to the rain we've (finally) had this winter, wild flowers have carpeted the desert in shades of purple, yellow, and orange.

I'm Still Here

No, I haven't abandoned my blog; I'm just very busy. I will post something more interesting soon. I promise.

My Mission Statement

WestWord Arizona is a work in progress. Generally, the content will focus on one of my interests, which are writing, photography, education, computers, cats, wireworking, people in general, and work in general. (Gosh, I’ve really narrowed it down.) My goal is to entertain and inform my readers, mostly to entertain. I am an independent person, so WestWord Arizona will reflect my own opinions, not those of relatives, friends, co-workers, people I meet at book stores and bus stops, or current or former employers. I hope that I do not offend anyone; however, if I do, please accept my apologies in advance.

Also, please bear with me (ooh, is that a cliché or something?). I work full time as an editor, so I write on weekends only. For the past few weeks, I have been attending a writing workshop on Saturday. The workshop will end next Saturday. Beginning in March, I will try to post something every weekend.

A Confession

Last month I registered for a non-credit writing class. I've been to three meetings so far. I feel guilty because I haven't written anything original for the class. Yesterday, when everyone else passed around newly created work, I recycled an essay and an anecdote I had published several years ago.