This, I can no longer do.

Yesterday, my wife called home from work to ask me if I’d seen her mobile phone.  When she rang off I called her phone, and heard it buzzing away merrily in the kitchen.

Hoorah! I thought.  Found it!  I must tell Tracey.

So I sent her a text.

Now then, my excuse for this is that I’m currently in several places at once.  These include:

• The Yukon during the gold rush, following Jack London on his intrepid journeys (for the novel I’m co-writing with Christopher Golden).
• A small town close to where I live, where zombies are chomping their way through the diminishing population.
• A tropical island, where I’m still dwelling upon my screenplay THE DREGS that is currently with my agents.
• A very long train tunnel (project still a bit hush-hush).
• A huge imaginary city where the results of weird scientific experiments run loose and where the lands beyond the city are impassable and deadly (Echo City Falls, the new novel I’m working on for Bantam).

So you see, it’s understandable, isn’t it.

Isn’t it?