I’ve been working on a new layout for this blog for the last few weeks with Laurie McConnell and Bad Dog Design.

Probably, it’s like getting highlights in your hair or painting a wall, no one really notices but yourself. You know how that is? You think you’ve done something really ‘out there’ and startlingly obvious and then no one even comments – a rather severe lunchbag-letdown moment.   

Oh well… I think it’s like clean sheets. Or freshly laundered towels.  I’ll know. And that’s all that really matters.

Which somehow brings us to writing. Well, it doesn’t really. But it could. Or should. As in, I didn’t do anything remotely close to putting a sentence together. That memoir sits and mocks me from it’s little word.doc icon.

But I feel I’m off the hook a little bit because I won’t be going to my writing group this coming Sunday. I have a very good reason. I’m going to watch my very strong son Cory do the Vancouver marathon. Run Cory, Run.

Next week, I will be inspired from Cory’s run and I will tell myself to;  Write Colleen, Write.