Well, here we have our remiss blogger once more straggling back in after being absent for a goodly chunk of time, and having failed to do what he said he would, in regard to keeping up at least a semi-constant stream of updates.
I will not offer any excuses. I will only begin telling you what's the what with me, and hoping that there are some people out there that have not entirely lost patience with this little journal and moved on to other, more interesting things, like watching paint dry.
I'm off to Reno for the Renovation edition of WorldCon tomorrow. It should be great. I'm going to be hanging out with my friends, including such august personages as Paul Genesse, Brad Bealieu, and Larry Correia. I'll be having fun, and very likely hitting the bar. I need it. Things have been tense.
I have a story coming out in the second Crimson Pact anthology called "Red Bandanna Boys", but I'll be blathering on about that at a later date. For the time being, just know that, yes, I'm still alive, and yes, I'm still writing. There are stories in the works. I've just finished a rather big poem that's horribly ambitious and possibly overblown. We'll see what happens when I send it out to someone.