My apologies for the radio silence, but as previously threatened, on September 17th at 1937hrs, a brand new male human was delivered into the world; 9 days late, and 8 miles off target.
As a direct result of said arrival all my creative energies are being redirected to handling our unreasonable first born, and his inevitable regression at the addition of his new brother. He is alight with fraternal adoration for the new guy, thankfully, but has become markedly less agreeable towards us, his parents.
I’ve only not set finger to key since #2’s birth because I always forget that ANY small amount of writing has value, and that my every digital utterance need not be an epic diatribe.
I’m desperate to get back to blasting out in volume, but I won’t get this time again, so your patience is appreciated.x