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I have finally reached my limit. I'm at a loss for writing this morning. I'm sitting, staring at a blank page/screen place/thingy, unable to come up with a topic.

Could I blog about my teaching job? I suppose. But I feel like you've heard it all before. Okay, one comment: Teaching is difficult for many reasons, but one big reason is children go home in my head with me.

I could blog about my soap business, but you've heard it all before, right? Okay, here's something: This Sunday is the last farmer's market of the season, and I'm selling off a limited edition soap. Oh, and I'll have a fog machine.

You certainly don't want to hear about my publishing business. Do you? BO-ring! Well, if you make crafts, are crafty, and you are also a writer, I'd love to hear from you. Only writers who want to make money and have writing talent need apply. The link is to the page for my books--I'm still developing the site for the craft books. *sighs* Just email me, and I'll get you the details.

Then, of course, I could talk for hours and hours on end about my daughter. Instead of typing them, I'll let a picture say a thousand words: