My apologies. I was off being a writer. Emergency services is standing down and my family might actually speak to me again by June or so. Right now all I'm getting are those hurt puppy dog looks. How could you lock yourself in there for five days?
I think it was good for my loved ones to do without me for a time. They're now better acquainted with the extremely complicated operating procedures involved with the microwave, the washing machine, the dish washer, and the air conditioning thermostat. No one has touched the stove; I guess that was too tough. I also proudly note that my children have finally mastered the hugely intimidating task of replacing the roll of toilet paper on the spindle when there's only a cardboard tube left.
As for why I bailed on the world, well, it's all Valentin's fault. The little snot tried to take over my book. I swear, give a short Austrian man a few inches . . . he'd be grateful, right? Wrong. He tries to take over your book. Now he wants his own book. I keep telling him he's a secondary character. He won't listen.
I got him back, though. Big time. It's a mistake to get between me and my plans.
Anyway, Valentin, Thierry and the rest of the fourth book of the year is done, gone, out of here, and with a hot shower and ten hours of sleep I should be semi-back-to-normal, or at least stop interesting so many flies.
Thank you for all the nice e-mails. Checking things now to catch up. It's May? Damn. Who changed the month?