Happy... um, New Year?

It would appear that I've been stumbling around the mental moors again, a la Wuthering Heights, and neglected to designate a guest blogger to take my place (as if that were remotely possible) until I was ready to resume writing.

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Hence the 2 1/2 month... detour...

Since I was in a Bronte inspired fugue state, I can only ask my readership to pardon my absence, put it down to artistic license, and cut a girl some slack, a'ight? This post is meant as a band-aid, to temporarily patch up what one of my readers called "an agonizing lapse between posts" (NOTE: I've already invoked artistic license here-- I can pretend "one of my READERS" said any damn thing I want, capice? We are agreed.)

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I've actually HAD a few post ideas bumbling about in my brain during my moor-a-torium (blatant pun abuse is also pro forma, so deal with it). So as long as I don't get stuck head first in a snow drift this week (NOTE: The snow has not actually FALLEN yet, but I like to plan my melodrama in advance whenever possible), I'll use some mental floss to shake loose some of my better ideas and try to shake the moss off of this once verdant site.

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In other words, I'll get to it when I damn well feel like it-- which in reality was several weeks ago, but since I'm not a fan of retroactive creativity you'll just have to keep your undies out of a knot long enough for me to fluff those ideas & turn them into something readable.

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Thank you, dear reader(s?) Your patience (and silence) speaks volumes ~