Kids, I have rough news. Brace yourselves.
Ya ready? Firmly trussed, are you?
Ok.
You're being dumped.
By me.
In favor of the manuscript. Which, as of about one-thirty this morning, is finally
going like gangbusters.
That's right. I'm dumping you to write fiction. It'll be temporary,
probably just for the next few days or so, but I'm on a hot-hot-hot!
streak right now and there's absolutely no way that I'm jumping off the
storyline freight train that's speeding through my brain just so I can
blog.
Ain't gonna happen.
It is bad timing, I know. Just as I've made some readership gains. But
the manuscript must come first. Sorry, folks. I do love you, but---and
I hate to point this out to you---you have plenty of other reading
options available. Go hit the links on the left hand side and all of
those wonderful folks should keep you busy until I get back.
Now back to the wilds of southern Sudan and illegal arms deals, debt
reduction in preparation for an IPO, Madrid and its kilometer zero,
and, of course, ransom demands!
Ciao for now.