I'm still here, if anyone wondered

I've spent the last fortnight alternating between the throes of nicotine deprivation and guilt from succumbing to it - I am too weak.

I've written nothing, though I've had a few new ideas, and earlier this week I - accidentally - half sold the idea of 'Midnight Angels' to one of the commissioning editors in work - like I need the pressure!

If anyone needs me I'll either be outside wreathed in smoke, or inside frantically rubbing at my nicotine patch.