I can't promise that today marks the end of the quiet. I can't promise that I'll get back to regular posting in any sense. But I can tell you why things have been so dead, so sporadic around here, even though we've got the attic on the go, a good sized project I know a lot of you are waiting for news on.
I've had other things on my mind. A secret. The kind of secret that's hard to push to the back of your mind so that life can go on. The kind of secret that causes writers' block and a drain on inspiration. The kind of secret I've been bursting to tell, and have just stayed away from the keyboard as a result, in order to keep it, carefully, a secret.
Today, I get to come clean!
Mocha? Kingsley? Would you do the honours?
Despite the puppies' morose looks, we are beyond thrilled to announce that our little family is set to grow by one little human.
Over the next few months, I hope to share some of my thoughts on motherhood and what all this means for me. I make no promises about keeping the baby-thoughts off this blog. I will, however, promise that I won't leave you in the dark about our attic progress either.
And oh, there has been progress!