You probably haven’t noticed but my website vanished into the e-ether for ten days. On the fifth anniversary of my blog!
My brother has been working hard to track it down, talk it down, and convince it to come home.
It appears to be back, but you can never tell for how long. It may escape again before I’ve appeased its wanderlust with promises I might not be able to keep.
Should that happen, it might take off with my subscription email list. In which case I’ve lost track of you. My worst nightmare! If you don’t hear from me for a while, please visit www.pjreece.ca/category/blog and re-subscribe in the top left-hand column.
I hope it doesn’t come to that.
I’m sure I can come to some understanding with my blog. I suspect it’s feeling under-employed of late, what with my once-a-month postings. Perhaps that’s the lesson it wanted to teach me.
I’m going to make amends, starting soon with posts of the first few chapters of my new book. It’s almost finished. It’s called The Writer in Love, a hot and sweaty read.
I should add that the heat and stink issues mainly from the jungle river up which my literary expedition travels in search of the story heart. But there’s a little sex as well. You should hear crocodiles mating! Seriously.
Okay, that’s my quickie for today… hope this publishes before the digital house of cards collapses again.