Copy and paste

I'm totally cheating. On a writing forum I belong to, I answered a post asking what we all were up to and then realized I could cheat: I could copy and paste, and it would be relevant because I mentioned the boy! Hey, my words, my copyright. So it begins:

My head is spinning at the moment. Besides the bill-paying freelance stuff, I have:

• The novel. Always the novel. Always the tweaking even as I send queries and partials. I'm told this is a common affliction among even seasoned novelists.
• Short stories that keep politely asking to be written, but like a toddler asking to go outside on a rainy day, must be distracted with video. (Not Thomas the Tank Engine, either. The husband was kind enough to buy the first season of Rescue Me for my birthday - you know, one of "your" presents that he wants and yet is unwilling to wait for - and it's one of those shows that, like The Shield, is great for angst and human complexity and all the stuff I can study while... not... writing.)
• The aforementioned novel's sequel.
• Personal issues kicking my butt and cutting into my writing time. Also like a toddler, completely unavoidable. In fact, very much like a toddler demanding his favorite food (Goldfish) even though he has been eating it nonstop during every meal for three days straight.
• This blog. And yet here I am.
• Updating my website, which Sandra was kind enough to redesign. Her design kicks butt. I am hoping to find time soon to show the world how much it kicks butt. (At least I paid you on time, Sandra. Right?)

My thanks for all my readers' continued patience!