Life just happened to get in the way.
I've missed writing. I guess I didn't realise how much I did until a muse shat inside my head last night.
I've been drawing and painting and being creepy with a camera for a while now, and I pushed the writing to the back of the line. Expect more, soon.
So I'm going to spend the day being constipated thanks to the muse, and hopefully produce a nice bog of a story at some stage this afternoon.
Here's hoping.