I probably sound like a broken record, but...I know it's been a while since I've blogged regularly. I'm not quite sure what my deal is, other than I always seem to be so busy and LJ posts are the first thing to get postponed. Or maybe I've just lost my blogging enthusiasm? Or should I say (hopefully) temporarily misplaced it? Either way I'm hoping to get back into the habit of blogging more regularly now, so I hope you all will bear with me a little longer.

So what have I been up to lately? Writing, of course. Law school applications. (They were eating my life!) And basketball.

Yes, you read that correctly. I love college baskbetball and it's tourney time. The time for face paint and beer practically oozing from your pores, the time for school fight songs and screaming yourself hoarse, the time for bracket pools and game parties, the time for underdogs and incredible stories of triumph. Is March not one of the best months ever?

Take last night for example. My team, Syracuse (18), played UConn (3) in the quarterfinals of the Big East Tourney. Everyone thought UConn would win, but Syracuse won instead. After SIX overtimes. 

Yes, you read that right, too. SIX. It boggles the mind. By the 6th overtime, most of our starters had fouled out and the guys who hadn't were literally drooping, the exhaustion pouring off of them along with the sweat. But they just wouldn't quit (and neither will ESPN...they're replaying the "instant classic" again and again today). All those players, on both teams, left it all on the court, pushing themselves for more, and more, and then still more.

Is it any wonder why I'm such a fan? I mean, look at that heart. You just don't get that in your every day professional bball game.

And you know, it got me thinking. (Yeah, yeah, yeah...that's where the smoke smell is coming from, I know. Heh.) Thinking about writing in general and romance specifically (a natural progression from basketball and uber-fanness). And I realized that some of my favorite re-read romances are ones that maybe aren't what I consider technically perfect--they could use some tightening here or there, or this plot point is kind of weak. But in the end that doesn't seem to matter to me, because they have heart, that indefinable something that keeps me glued to every page--even the imperfect ones. And so I forgive the missteps and they go on my keeper shelf anyways. Imperfect joys.

So yeah...that's what I'm thinking about today. Romance and basketball. A flippin' winning combo if I ever heard one.

What about you? What's on your mind?