Things have been pretty quiet around here lately — so quiet, in fact, that some of you may have been wondering if we fell off the face of the earth. Not quite. But March did turn out to be a pretty treacherous month, with both of us experiencing bad crashes.

In Dave’s case, it was a computer crash. I don’t know all the details, but I know it was horrible. Shortly after it happened, I could see a plume of smoke snaking upward from the western horizon, and for a few weeks afterwards, during those quiet hours right before sunrise, if I cocked my head just right and held my breath, I could hear some very faint sobs coming from the direction of Las Vegas. I’m not sure if he’ll ever recover enough to tell the entire tale, but he does spill a few juicy tidbits here.

In my case, the crash was a physical one — one tiny misstep in my driveway, in the dark, followed by weeks of misery. It was such an odd experience, that fall. There was a split second where I thought I caught my balance, where I actually said to myself, “whew, that was close!” But of course it wasn’t close at all. Even as I was thinking how lucky I was to have saved myself, how fortunate I was to be blessed with an extraordinary sense of balance, I was already going down, in agonizingly slow slow-motion. Then I hit the concrete. I’ll spare you the rest of the gory details. Let’s just say it’s been two weeks and I’m still hurting. It’s going to be several more weeks, at least, before I can use my right hand (my writing hand, naturally) without wincing, or take a full deep breath that isn’t accompanied by a pathetic little whimper of pain.

On the bright side, spring has finally arrived here in the great white north and numerous writing projects are beckoning. I’m looking forward with childlike glee to the e-serial referred to below, while Dave and I are getting ready to take a good, hard look at a joint project that … well, I’m not at liberty to say anything about that yet.

Stay tuned …