Home again

Once again, I am back: from Eastercon this time. That's three weekends in a row I was away. I do not do this; I am not doing it again. I'm not leaving the house again, for mumfths and mumfths and mumfths. If you want me, you will find me here.

If you know me, it seems unlikely that you will want me. Apparently, when in company I make a careful point of ensuring that everyone knows just how much pain & distress I am feeling. This is ... disconcerting, to see reflected back at me by a whole damn con. During these months - sorry, mumfths - of isolation, I shall mostly be practising my stiff upper lip. With apologies, to everyone who had to put up with my whining this weekend. (Anyone who tells me "no no, you were a brave little soldier" will be summarily shot by my brave little rifle, see it here?)

Still. Damaged or not (there I go again!), here I am again. And home to the editor's comments on the new book. At which of course I have not yet looked, but she says many nice things in the accompanying e-note, so I'm hopeful they will not be too exsanguinating. Also she says "I'll be out all
next week, so please feel you have all the time you need to go through it."

Ah, right then. That would be, um, a week...?

I would buckle down, but, y'know. I have cats, who haven't seen me for so long they've forgotten what I do. I'm not the nice man who feeds them, they know him, he's called Steve. I must have some function, they suppose, but damned if they can figure out what it might be.

Tomorrow...