Good Lord, has this place really been in bubble-wrap and dust-heets for two years? Oh dear. And I had such plans. Grandiose ones. Book reviews. Theatre reviews. A poetry column. A political rant every single week. Could any plan be more exciting and fulfilling?
And yet I fell off the edge of the earth in 2008, for months and months and months, and only briefly reappeared to, well, complain, really, and then realio trulio fell off the edge of the earth for (oh my God) two years.
So. Um. Plans. Now neatly reduced to ‘do NaNoWriMo, and if you haven’t died by the end of it, have an ice-cream binge’.
This counts as a post, by the way. Whatever the Editor says.
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