It has been a while.  I did warn you.  Gone are the wonderful days when I could update everyday, sometimes twice.  My schedule will not allow it.  But I know people read this blog.  There’s only a handful who seem to visit, and most of them are people I already know, but I feel compelled to reward them.  In that vein, it seems I should update regularly.  But when I throw myself into a schedule, chaos reigns.  I cannot say “I will have a new update every Wednesday.”  It doesn’t work.

My promise to you, the reader, is this:  I will update once a week.  It will be an update of substantial material.  An essay, a poem, something new created by me.  Rants may be involved.  Humorous tangents will ensue.  But to make it easier on me (that’s who I really care about) I will not specify a day.  It could be Tuesday.  It could be Friday.  I could do one on Saturday and then on Sunday and that would count as two weeks.

I have never considered myself professional.  This cements it.  We Adventurer-for-Hires cannot be hammered into a schedule.  It doesn’t work.

ANNOUNCEMENT:  And now for the meat, the real thought.   I was unsure if I should say so since anyone can read this, but I feel there’s no reason people shouldn’t know.  I am happy about this announcement.  It is exciting.  It is one of the greatest things ever to happen.

My dearest Samantha is with child.

Yes, Matthew Abel is going to be a father.  Several people will no doubt groan and say “poor kid,” but I will ignore them.  We have known for little over a month and the twelve-week mark is May 25th.  We are registered at Target.  We like the Classic Pooh line.

This news is a big reason I have started writing so much lately.  It is why I have been taking it seriously.  I want my child to have a daddy who is a writer.  I don’t want them to have a daddy who is miserable at his job.  So I try harder on the behalf of a son or daughter I have not met yet.

And after this?  We will be adopting.  I do not feel it socially responsible to have more than one child.  Samantha is having amazing bouts of morning sickness, so she doesn’t really think she’ll ever want to go through it again.  Her mind may change. 

Names?  If it is a girl she shall be Gabriella.  We have no middle name.  Boy’s names we like are Quentin, Gibson, and Lando.  Well, I like Lando.  Sam thinks it’s a terrible name, but I am fairly certain if I keep trying she will crack eventually.

To end, the due date is December 20 – My sister’s birthday.  She is thrilled, let me tell you.