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I know, it is still April 1st as I write this, but after tomorrow I will be off the grid for some days as a retreat. The site will go on as usual, but if anonymous comments aren't published quickly, please understand that I will have fallen off the planet and only one other person gets to moderate anonymous comments but me at this time. We all know who she is. Be nice to Sarah. She has purple hair, and you know what they say about women with purple hair.

A hint: If you want to bypass waiting on us to moderate comments, register as a user. It ain't rocket science.

The reality is that my real life has gotten increasingly complicated in some fun and interesting ways, and I quite simply need a break from everyone and everything so I can get my head on straight. I'm brokering a few deals outside of the realm of virtuality, as a few people know, and that obviously takes some precedence.

Even as I'm preparing for my little 'falling off the map' exercise, I'm juggling to put things in place so that my own little worlds here and elsewhere do not completely fall apart. If you have a really burning story over the next week that you feel someone should write about, talk to someone on the right sidebar inworld. I'm always interested in what other people have to say, but I need to remember who I am for a while so that I can 'upgrade' myself.

This is sort of like WSE x.0, but I'll really be back in a week (and my meat puppet is already on Facebook). No writers will be delisted. Nothing will be converted to WTF.

Anyway, as is often my own way, I will leave you all with a quote to ponder:

It's rather like a puddle waking up one morning. I know they don't normally do this, but allow me, I'm a science fiction writer. A puddle wakes up one morning and thinks: "This is a very interesting world I find myself in. It fits me very neatly. In fact it fits me so neatly... I mean really precise isn't it?... It must have been made to have me in it." And the sun rises, and it's continuing to narrate this story about how this hole must have been made to have him in it. And as the sun rises, and gradually the puddle is shrinking and shrinking and shrinking - and by the time the puddle ceases to exist, it's still thinking - it's still trapped in this idea that - that the hole was there for it. And if we think that the world is here for us we will continue to destroy it in the way that we have been destroying it, because we think that we can do no harm.

— Douglas Adams, a talk at UC Santa Barbara (RealMedia Webcast)

That quote applies to just about every way we view our worlds. I'm sure that there will be puddles about a week from now, and I'll write about them then. :-)