As my readers have no doubt noticed, my posts have ebbed of late.

I could come up with a million excuses, some pretty good, some lame.

The truth is I've been happy. And when I'm happy, I can't write worth a dang.

After a pretty miserable first half of the year (and some really good writing, much of it not yet posted) things took a tremendous turn for the better when I got my hearing back.

I went from the isolation of living in a bubble to being immersed in sound again. How the heck could I possibly be miserable or pessimistic about anything after such an extraordinary turn of events?

So that's where I've been. I've been happy, and the fiction is a thousand times harder to write.

I promise to crank back up to full capacity as soon as life gets back to kicking me in the pants again.