From Beyond the River Iss

I have returned!

Hello?

Echo! *echo* *echo* *echo*

Aw, you can come out of hiding, guys. I know you're there, just waiting to greet me with song and cheer. In fact, I prepared a song for you to sing if you're not sure what would be appropriate. It's called "My Blogger's Back (Hayla, hayla)."

I suppose (if you're reading this) you're wondering where I've been. What I have been doing, and why I have returned. Well that's simple. I've been doing some thinking and some planning. I have an idea that will change everything, everywhere, forever.

MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Alternately, it won't do that. But we'll just have to see how it goes. In the meantime, I still get e-mails, however infrequent from former readers asking about how they should handle a query letter or if anyone might be interested in such-and-such kind of manuscript. That makes me feel good. Makes me feel needed. Makes me feel powerful.

MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Oh. Sorry. I've gone quite mad, you see. But that's neither here nor there. I figured, if people remember more than a half a year after I fell off the face of the Earth, then I must've done *something* right, and while I'm in an experimental mood, what with my secret plans mentioned above which have absolutely nothing to do with world domination, I swear, I thought I might jump back into blogging and see what happens.

Now, provided anyone ever sees this post, you may have noticed the title is a reference to A Princess of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs. It would, perhaps, be fresh in your mind because a major, Disney-made film adaptation was recently released into theaters as "John Carter." Suffice to say, my topic for the week will be pulp fiction.

And now, since I'm a little verklempt, you should talk amongst yourselves for a while. I'll give you a topic. Pulp. Get talkin'.