With the upcoming book finally put to bed, and a new manuscript not due until early next year, I had planned to come back on the blog and post a bit more often. I've had loads of ideas.

So considered at length were various entries on:

• Whether to be frightened or excited at T's suggestion that he move in (temporarily (likely story))
  
• A weird BDSM episode from recently, though probably more educational - as in, how not to stage your scene - than sexy
  
• Why I don't understand how people with (apparently) so many fans can be such miseryguts 100% of the time. This is what I like to call Jimmy Carr Syndrome, except even less funny than the original.
  
• The five stages of blogging: Denial, Anger, yadda yadda yadda...
  

But my blogging gland has well and truly failed for the time being. Sadly, I am lacking the moral courage, tenacity, or whatever to follow them through in the last week. It's warm. It's sunny. I'm having a splendid time in my new city, and everything that comes with that from beaches to festivals to lovely days out and in. So I'm not going to officially call this a hiatus, but will say that Twitter is about as much as I can be exercised to contribute at the moment. As has often been noted, I am inherently lazy.

Oh, and for the ladies who keep pestering our friend Justin about where to buy my books... see that handy column on the right? Click through on the book-related links and you will be whisked to the Amazon of your choice. It's that simple. Enjoy!