A while ago, I told someone that I started this blog because it held me accountable -- that I knew if I let it go too long I'd start thinking about it, and wanting to update it would turn into needing to update it.
That sentence sounded ominous, but it's just leading up to: I think Rarely Likable is going to drift back into a hodpodge of me yammering about fiction writing plus all the linkbuckety stuff, and not just the occasional linkbuckety stuff it's been lately. It's been quiet here because I've been productive elsewhere, but I think there's a way to make those compatible rather than at constant odds with each other.
About the fiction writing: I've been happy with it lately. I think that's the only reason I made it through this cold, perpetually snow-covered winter without taking hostages. The end results have all been very short -- a lot shorter than I'm used to. I keep getting tempted to come up for air and be like so, what the hell do I do with all this stuff? but I need to save that for waiting room mode.