Yes, it’s been a long blog outage—this is two parts needing to recharge batteries, two parts a slow novel (Upton Sinclair, I thought there would be more terrifying slaughterhouse scenes?), four parts unexpected baby on the way, and probably a mystery ingredient or two I haven’t identified. Anyway, I got a little nudge today from one of my few faithful readers (thanks, Donna!) saying they miss the output here at FP, and I’m inclined to agree: I miss it too! I don’t know yet how to fit this routine into the new routines in my life, since I’ll be adding (what I hope will be) a relatively engaged fatherhood to an already semi-busy life as an academic who hears the tenure clock ticking in the background (so far I’m publishing enough that perishing doesn’t sound too likely), but I have a long way to go and by golly I’m going to get there. There are a ton of novels I’m looking forward to reading—just today I picked up a book and then thought “wait! it’s a Pulitzer novel! put that down and go find Dragon’s Teeth, wherever the heck it is, and you’ll get to this one eventually”—and step by step I’ll get there. I can try to ennoble this as some larger message I want to give my future daughter about determination and finishing what one starts, etc., but really what it comes down to is I’m a bit stubborn and also just pleased enough with the best bits of the blog that I’d like to see if I can out-do them. So, anyhow, I remain alive and committed to getting FP back off the ground here sooner or later, so keep your eyes open for a little poetry or a bit of me whining about the Pulitzer board’s taste in the 1940s. Until then, happy reading!