Alright, I'm back. Won't go into too much detail for you, since that may just bore you to tears, but to wrap things up, I started going back to a psychologist who said (a) you're one messed up little puppy and (b) we'll have you housebroken in no time. Learned how to knit and discovered that it's like crack, with the exception that I think crack is a little more socially acceptable. And I took a break from trying to sell my first novel and editing my third to write my fourth for National Novel Writing Month, something I'd wanted to do for the last three years. Already a fifth through, and I hope to hit 50K well before the 30 November deadline.

How's everything else going?