Well, I've successfully failed to maintain an entry a day, a week, and shortly a month, it seems. It's not for lack of interest--it's now for serious lack of time. I've usually got chunks of one filtering slowly into a draft stage, but I've got a lot on my plate at the moment. Now, you're most likely not reading regularly anyway--I don't think anyone does--and indeed have no reason for this to affect your reading one way or the other, be you familiar, unfamiliar, or accidentally present. It is, however, the state of things. I intend to write as much as I am able, that simply seems to be, unfortunately, not an awful lot. That my collection's growth outpaces my writing isn't helping, of course. Still, Alejandro Escovedo's Real Animal has been spinning off and on for a few weeks as I attempt to get that entry together.
Keep checking in, I haven't abandoned ship!