Firstly, I feel I should apologise to anyone who has talked with me and found me uncommunicative, distant or even completely absent recently. I'm currently under what I, at least consider to be quite a lot of pressure, and I'm afraid my somewhat capricious psyche has become quite introverted and more than a little terse as a result.

The more important result of this, however, is that for the next few months I'm afraid I've decided to suspend my vorish writings almost entirely. I am sorry. They will definitely continue, and that includes any and of all the commissions I've been contacted about. But not right now.

The good news is that I'm not about to stop writing for this time, just stop writing vore. Instead I'll be trying my pen with what might be considered more... "normal", and importantly, less fetishistic, fiction. These will be posted on this shiny new DeviantArt account GlowingOwen, and probably on these sites as well. Speaking of Transplant, I'm now going to start using it as a place to showcase my selected tales to people who aren't aware of the more esoterotic themes they contain, so while you can feel free to comment and whatnot, I'd prefer it if you didn't provide any links back to my main accounts.

Chances are someone will make a link anyway, but this way it'll be their own bloody fault. :3

I'm still very much here, and I will likely respond to questions and conspiracies about anything of mine, but... if you try to talk to me on something or other, and I don't reply, it really is not you, it's me. And by all means, don't just not bother. I may be in a mood to talk. But if I'm not, please, please, please don't feel it's in any way your fault.

Again, I am sorry. We will return to Alex and Damian's playtime in the end. Thank you.