What the heck?

I can’t blame anyone but myself.

Normally people would be clicking in to the blog here and reading hilarious yet tragically sad and emotionally resonant stories about my family’s year living in Germany, many of which revolve around the foibles of that wacky nation of zany Teutons, but lately people have been clicking in to the blog and reading the same story over and over again, wondering why I have forsaken them.

This is the part that is my fault.

You see, I don’t live in Germany any more. Yes, I am still writing stories about living there, but the end is in sight. I have a number of stories left to tell, but the writing of these stories was interrupted by being forced once more back into an actual real life complete with a fully social existence. No more can I sit in the basement by myself writing all day and night. Now I find myself forced to do other stuff such as have a job, talk to people outside your family and go places.

I could also go into the further details as to how somebody in Toronto wanted me to write a feature based on his pitch (which I did), and then how that same person and his happy-go-lucky co-worker inveigled me into working on a pilot for a series idea (upon which I am working), or perhaps I could point out to you that I have had to write a play in three weeks or less, then cast and direct it at the school (I am currently on page 49), or I could note how I need to finish producing Boy In December’s debut cd release (try www.boyindecember.com for recent mixes), or how I have to work out and enhance my physical beauty to keep my wife from finding a younger, more attractive husband, try to be a reasonably good dad to keep my children from finding a younger, more attractive dad, finish my law/organic chemistry combined honours degree, mop up under the urinals in the boys’ bathroom on the second floor, get the rest of my hair plugs planted, learn how to arc weld and get my black belt in Ninjitsu.

For which I apologize.

Clearly, I have to smarten up. Too many fans have written emails or accosted me in the street, demanding that I rebegin the tales. I would like to take some time now to print some excerpts from some of these emails and accostments:

“When are you going to update your blog? I have nothing left to look forward to, especially now that your abs are tighter than Britney’s. Which isn’t saying much.”

“Please, please, please get back to the stories. Your life is way more interesting than mine.”

“Blog it up, chubs!”

“Post another story within one week or I’ll eat this kitten.”

You can see the pressure that I have been under.

To that end, let me reassure you all that I am still here, still writing, and still planning to update soon.

Maybe even now.