Writing 400 pages of fiction; deleting 800 pages of fiction; writing short stories; submitting short stories; getting a regular stream of rejections.

Also, graduating from uni, looking for jobs, losing my religion, the usual.

That's where I've been. This site has been pretty dead, with very little substantial dialogue. We have given fictionpress to an army of cynical introverts who are uninterested in the world around them.

Where have you been?

This is beautiful. The lucid descriptions of the sights and sounds. It made me feel like I was watching a part of a movie.