Much work has been happening behind the scenes around here. The classic time vampire of moving house has courted the new evil of internet starvation to produce something of a fallow season. It's summer. It's freaking hot. Given a choice between writing a blog post by tethered phone (the equivalent of candlelight), unpacking boxes, or sodding off to the nearest pool, you know which I'm choosing. And I'm taking a beer with me. Despite the languid atmosphere, actual new writing is taking place, though perhaps a step away from what I'm used to. A new novel is on the drawing board as is a non-fiction project. This year is already shaping up to demand more than 2009's frenzied pace and I welcome it. Just let me put the air conditioner on for a bit.