Off the grid for two weeks for a writers’ do in the inland mountains.  I’m sure I had some sort of cool, fascinating placeholder post ready for my disappearance (‘cos, you know, you lot need one given how frantically I’ve been blogging lately).  But, well, holidays and sleep and driving and reading and writing (or at least planning for writing) and now here I am about to set off on the last leg of the drive there, on a grey Sydney morning at a hotel lobby internet kiosk on which THE FUCKING BACKSPACE KEY DOESN’T WORK, and this will have to do for the moment.  Hope you had a good new year; we’ll talk again when said year is a couple of weeks less new.