No, this site hasn’t turned into an Internet graveyard, but several would-be posts have been ritually sacrificed to the “I’m insanely busy with work and other projects” gods. Some people (including certain parental units) would say this is a good thing, that I’m being redirected away from the introverted navel-gazery of blogging to focus on other, more lofty pursuits (not the least of which include “Operation Assemble Halloween Costume from Discarded Park Slope Baby Clothes” and “Operation Cat Sitting”). Still, I assure you, the blog isn’t dead — I’m not sure I could stop for good if I tried, which is a frightening thought in and of itself.

Since I have nothing substantive to say (not exactly a strange occurrence), I may as well make an announcement: on Tuesday, October 23 (otherwise known as “tomorrow”), I, along with several other contributors, will be reading our pieces from the Best Creative Nonfiction anthology at the KGB Bar in the East Village — if you want an exact address, check Citysearch, which I’ll be doing too since my memory for addresses is about as fleeting as my knowledge of differential equations. I seem to remember almost face-planting down a steep flight of stairs last time I was there, so it must be the one on the level above the street. If you’re in the New York area and have nothing better to do with an evening than go and drink with a bunch of struggling writers (which pretty much describes our every evening) then feel free to come by and say hello, or just listen to us read and then flee the scene.

ADDENDUM: Thanks to the slew of e-mailers who kindly informed me that I’m a moron for forgetting to mention that the reading starts at 7 PM and goes ’til 9.