Someone left me a comment or sent me an email (I forget which) last week about writing a book.
I think I still want to do that (although you probably can't tell it by virtue of the fact that you guys are likely starving to death). I don't know why I haven't been writing. Well I HAVE been writing, just not here, and not anything you'd be interested in. But that's not really fair, is it?
Or do you care?
No matter; from the beginning, it hasn't really been about you. Although I'm glad you came. And it's interesting to see that many of you haven't gone away. This probably sounds like another one of those empty promises, and it may well be (you can never tell they're empty when you make them, can you?), but I certainly am going to try to spend a little more time here.
And I'm not going to roll out all the excuses why I've not been here; come to think of it, there really aren't any good ones, so it'd be pointless to try.
Enough rambling. Just rest assured that I'm not yet dead; I haven't forgotten how to write; my Internet hasn't been cut off; I'm not in prison. I just haven't been writing.
But I'll try not to not write.