|This is me. You do not appear in the photograph.|
For your information, you worm, these things are happening:
1. I am drinking the wine I made with my girlfriend. It is pinot grigio. Is is a hundred times more delicious than expected. I may have been/be facing a cut off.
2. I am not writing genre fiction. I have thought more than once and less than eleven times, "Do I really want to tell people I write science fiction and fantasy? Do I even read that? Like that? What am I doing? What's wrong with me? What should I do?" I am instead writing some stuff that I guess is bizarre-slipstream-imperialism. (That last one because I don't know what "Bizarro" or "Slipstream" are, but have no compunctions against assimilating them into my ego-lexicon.)
3. I've been writing in a notebook, not on a computer, because computers are way too commercial, you're a sellout, man.
4. Been playing a bunch of Mount & Blade, riding down poseurs.
I have the full intention of returning to exactly those four things the moment you ride out and purchase my new e-book. Do it, or I shall lance thee in the back.