Longtime readers of this blog and my writing in general know that I work a lot. I write early in the morning. I write late at night. I write books and columns when my kids and husband are asleep. Bloggers are born multi-taskers. Sometimes, I blog when I’m cooking or when the kids are watching “Dragon Tales.” I also blog when I’m traveling and catch up on e-mails, Technorati, Google, and Bloglines before speaking events, as I have been doing throughout the day, thanks to the magic of my Verizon broadband access card. Or as new customer Jonah Goldberg calls it, the “Verizon doohickey.”

I write this blog because I love it, because I am compelled to do it, because I am blessed to live in a country that gives me the freedom to do it when I want, where I want, however often I want, and because there are people out there who have exercised their freedom of choice to read what I have to say.

I am amused to see that insanely obsessed, deranged people continue to have a problem with my work ethic, efficiency, and output (update: and yes, deranged professor, I pump out posts before getting on airplanes and, yes, mirablile dictu, before takeoff! And while resting in hotels! And I may even do it from a bathroom to send you completely over the edge!)

Thanks for the back-handed compliment. Now, I suggest you get. A. Life.

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Update…

TalkLeft sums it up: Creepy.

Yes, and so is this.

Oh, and for the record, deranged creepy stalkers, let me spare you some of your obsessive energy: I was on Northwest Flight 623 this morning, where I blogged from seat 21-C before the stewardess admonished us to turn off all electronic devices before taking off at 8:50am. And no, I am not going to tell you when and where I’m flying tomorrow. What hotel I’m staying at. Or what I ordered from room service. Creeps.

John at Holstein Grove asks: What’s next?

Yes, I’m worried.

And now, I’ve wasted enough time on this matter–which is exactly what these people want me to do. So, back to work.