Has it really been so long? Almost a year. I guess I was so happy about the publishing thing that I was reluctant to change the front page journal, especially seeing life since has been so very dull.

In truth, I wouldn't let myself come near this place until I had something new to submit, which would explain why I have a hideous backlog of unanswered comments to work through (I feel awful for not replying sooner, they were well-read and greatly appreciated, I'm constantly flattered and humbled that anyone takes the time to read the stuff I write and for that I thank you all), which I plan to do sooner rather than later.

I wish I could explain the things I've been doing since I last wrote. I haven't really. There's been little worth commenting on, to the extent that I'm considering lying. I'm a good liar, you see, but generally I don't like. Honestly, I've been dull and working. I've been wrapping myself in far-flung kisses and holding hands across the oceans. You know. The usual.

I have been haphazardly writing, by which I mean both the frequency of the writing and the standard of the work.

I have also been watching good good films - The Darjeeling Ltd, Une Femme Est Une Femme, My Favourite Year, Lars and the Real Girl. I liked There Will Be Blood maybe for the wrong reasons, but very much. I listened to songs and sang along loudly and out of tune.

I have also learnt that the popular internet catchphrase DIAF ("to find death within the flames") does not translate well to real life and instead makes you seem like a sociopath.

On Monday I go to New York for a week. Will I adore it? I hope so.

Thank you for being good people. I like you very much.