Time Runs through my days as Sand on the Beach runs through my Fingers

A while ago I promised myself that even when I did not have time to work on a project, I would faithfully work on the blog to stay disciplined. Ouch! Another broken promise. I have to confess though--my excuse is quite good and delicious. I have been to more lunches and dinners in the last fourteen days than in the previous months. I must especial remark on a wonderful dinner at my neighbor's. Devin Moss prepared what I call a perfect dinner and the company was wonderful. I got inspired to use more of the modern media to promote my books. I am a terrible self-promoter. If it were not for my husband none of my writing would have been published. Thank God there are few men in my life who care very much about my work.

I feel a bit unsettled at the moment. Everything concerning what I do is up in the air. Endless possibilities for things to materialize--nothing in sight to be finished. Every project hanging in the air, at the mercy for other's to decide what's to become of it. The publishing world is undergoing monumental changes. I forsee that in the near future all literatur will be read on Kindle and other such computer publishing. This bodes ill for the barely initiated. I probably will have to depend on my grandsons one of these days.

Another daunting problem is the unsettled Arab-Islamic world. So much will depend on democratic factions in these tumultuous countries winning the hearts and minds of the people;  to create secular governments before they can be co-opted by religious fanatics and led into the communal despotism of clerics.