Apparently, I enjoy irony. For in the middle of writing a series on the art of the voice, I fly away to San Francisco and become inexorably silent.

Before I went on vacation, I alerted everyone on Twitter, I alerted all of my clients, I alerted my mom, my distant relatives, and even my hairdresser. And then I get back to this cacophony of “Where are you? When are you writing again? Hello????” Flattering, yet slightly alarming that I missed telling YOU of all people where I was going.

I’ve now returned with a vengeance. (See…there’s me as a hardened criminal in Alcatraz. Thankfully, I escaped unscathed.)

I am completely re-habilitated (though slightly jet-lagged and euphoric from the wear). Oh yes…and I did get my hair chopped off right before I left, in case you’re comparing me with my picture on the right. It’s good to be home.