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Have been doing that metaphorical disappearing feral cat thing I seem to use in every story. Nothing dramatic, just a pretty good short-term contract (high stress, long commute, no internet access, but who can complain when you've got awesome coworkers?) that derailed my writing and online time. Bleh...had even been doing pretty well on some original work, too. On the good side, I'll be returning to an office where I got a solid chunk of writing done on the sly, so my fingers are crossed.

There's a special stage of adulthood when you judge employment not by advancement possibilities or salary but by how little they bug you as long as the work gets done. That's known as 'total derailment,' I think? :)