I have been quiet. You’ve all noticed. Perhaps some of you have wondered. Worried if you’re a worrier. Maybe even a few of you have missed me.
I can’t promise that today marks the end of the quiet. I can’t promise that I’ll get back to regular posting in any sense. But I can tell you why things have been so dead, so sporadic around here, even though we’ve got the attic on the go, a good sized project I know a lot of you are waiting for news on.
I’ve had other things on my mind. A secret. The kind of secret that’s hard to push to the back of your mind so that life can go on. The kind of secret that causes writers’ block and a drain on inspiration. The kind of secret I’ve been bursting to tell, and have just stayed away from the keyboard as a result, in order to keep it, carefully, a secret.
Today, I get to come clean!
Mocha? Kingsley? Would you do the honours?