The Phoenix

It has been quite sometime now that I have put pen to paper- courtesy of a certain monsieur mandaya who had succeeded spectacularly and temporarily in completely demoralizing my efforts to get published, with a stone hearted, systematic, malicious, spiteful and of course needless to say, purely arbitrary decision making as to who should or should not get their names embossed on the two penny burlesque of a magazine that we issue at the taxpayer's cost come festember- and my regular readers- that would encompass me and sni who proof reads every one of my articles (the price he pays for friendship) and proclaims at the end of these reading sessions that the sentences are quite frightfully long but he no likey long sentence so he'll pass- had quite begun to wonder if I had lost the will to wield the pen anymore(I know, I've got the Caesar complex sometimes- at the end of this sentence I suspect Sni is going to kill me for my verbosity and I will probably go down in a saying "Et tu Sni!!").
And so as I was saying…. I’m Back.(And I did say it with a heavy Austrian accent)