Phhhhhhhwwwwwwww!

That’s the sound of me, blowing the dust off this blog.

Last week, Kafka wrote, re: this blog: "Update the bloody thing. Consider this an order."

As you can tell, I have a problem following orders.

I do feel guilty that more than a week has blown by without an update. Father, forgive me, it has been seven days since my last blog entry… God loves playing jokes on me. The moment I decide to start this damned thing, life gets all kinds of interesting.

Interesting, in this case, means trying to do two full-time jobs—editing an alternative weekly newspaper, teaching—as well as revising novel #2, working on novel #3, and still having enough time to be a dad, husband, and a lone wolf who dons a rubber suit and takes to the streets of Philadelphia to wage a one-man war on crime. (But let’s keep that last bit on the down low, okay?)

I’ve got to be honest: updates on this sucker may be infrequent from now clear through Thanksgiving. If you miss me, you can check out my new editor’s letter every Thursday in the Philadelphia City Paper, starting this Thursday. Nothing terribly ambitious, trust me… more or less it’s me playing the MC role, pointing out the good stuff in each week’s edition, cracking some self-deprecating jokes, etc.

I’m having a devil of a time naming it, however. For one thing, you ever try to rhyme something with "Swierczynski"?

Until the next update... really, I'm going to try harder, I swear... Happy Halloween.