I still exist, I promise. It’s just that developments are afoot, and not all of them involve my boy and his caviar—which has, by the way, morphed momentarily into Three Girls on a Hidden Subway Train. Who knows where the novel is going? I don’t, but that’s half the fun and all of the frustration.
Time’s been (over)occupied by a number of things: 1) sketching out an end-of-year working vacation to San Francisco, with La Bella in tow; 2) catching up on various comics and movies of 2008, with plans for unconventional year-end wrap-ups; 3) book reviews for the local alt-weekly, one of which has appeared; 4) Christmas shopping; 5) coordinating eBay sales to afford #1 and #4; and, most importantly, 6) boxing up my stuff and planning a January move into a bonafide house.
All of this, and more, will make it on to these pages. Honestly, though, I’m not sure how much you’ll see of me this month. Stay tuned—you never know.