Here is how blogging is like eating pancakes. You begin eagerly, excited at the possibilities. But, sooner than you'd expect, you start pausing between bites. The pauses get longer and longer. Then you kind of start to avoid it, realizing that you are full but continue to take a bite every once in a while out of some vague sense of obligation. This is what has become of my blog.

Usually end of the year blog posts are about making New Year's resolutions, but this one is all about admitting failure. I must now confess that I am not much of a blogger, though I occasionally do have things to say. My husband, by complement, is a great blogger and enjoys keeping family and friends up to date on our adventures. So he has graciously invited me to post on his blog when the urge strikes without the pressure of needing to keep any regular record of our lives. How will you tell the difference between authors? Here's a short key to help: Comics? Doug. Detailed description of food? Liz. Rants about fantasy or college sports? Doug. Recipes? Liz. Stories of our outdoor adventures? Either, though usually delineated by subtle references to snacks (Liz) or college sports (Doug).

Happy New Year, and Happy Reading!