Tidbittery.

The slowdown in posting over the past few weeks has not been without cause, dear readers, although I'm sorry for it. As it turns out, even though that big thing of which we do not speak is out of my hair and still unsettled, there are so many other things to write. I have bills to pay. And I'm trying to make a go of it, like a real writer writer, with nothing but a laptop and a brain full of rattling words.

By the next time we meet, I might even have gone so far as to cultivate all the necessary, writerly accoutrements: a week-old layer of unwashed grime, a floor littered with crumpled pages, a desktop scatter of pencils that have been worn down to nubs. I might even be wearing a beret.

But in the meantime, if you've been hanging around here, twiddling your thumbs and feeling annoyed at the unpopulated space -- and maybe even missing the vulgar anecdotes or the extravagant swearing or just the look of lines and lines of text, unfurling across the screen -- please come and see me in one of my other homes on the internet:

- After penning an urban exploration feature for Wend magazine in 2008, I'm now writing an ambassador blog for their website. My personal New York, dispatched in bits and pieces, with photographs. I like this project because it's different from my usual, and also because it forces me to leave the house from time to time.

- I am still writing for SparkNotes, a lot.

- And starting today, I can also be found making occasional contributions to MTV's Hollywood Crush, which is much less important than it sounds but which nevertheless has my inner 14 year-old fangirl practically peeing in her pants.

There, that should hold you.

And if none of the above interests you, then please come and see me and several other lovely writers in the heaving flesh, at tomorrow's blogger meetup in Brooklyn. Because beer. You like it.