The short version is that shit gets busy.

The slightly longer version is that balancing graduate school and part time work along with trying to write good fiction and not be too behind on freelance work deadlines is a challenge.

The even longer (but still short) version is that I started graduate school, it was a helluva lot more out of pocket up front than I thought (and frankly was led to believe) it was going to be (long story for another day), so I got a very, very part time job assembling bikes at Fortified Bike, the people who make those security lights and bikes and stuff, and then when I realized I still needed much more money, I scheduled a bunch of freelance work and looked for other part time gigs (since the Fortified gig was only ever going to be not-so-many hours a month), then then I got a job at another bike shop downtown called Urban Adventours which I like a lot, and all the freelance work happened at the same time with that along with also trying to go, you know, do graduate school, and anyway I cut hours here and there and finished the big chunk of outstanding freelance work, and now I not only have a proper Saturday-Sunday weekend again, but I have this past week turned in stories for both my classes and am good to fucking go so far as the official semester work is concerned, and the writing wasn’t even that bad, and so I can start playing again.

So that’s what the hell happened. Trying to do too many things with only so many hours in the day and only so many hours that I can reasonably work without my brain melting (and even then—

But the point is now I’ve got some more bikes and books and bullshitty stories and so will try to get this fucker running again. Mostly because one of my classmates reminded me that I had started a blog.

And so here we are again.