Really, I'm not.
Nor was I abducted by aliens (although that would make an interesting story, I'm sure). Nor am I currently hiding underground from the Russian Mafia or the Yukuza.
I just suck.
I was in a funk, a big funk. A non-writing funk.... I am only slowly coming out of it now. And my soul was eaten by a video game. Sad, I know. But it really puts things into perspective when you play a video game (an RP by the name of Dragon Age: Origins) and realize that the characters and their stories and backgrounds are better written and more thought out than a lot of novels you've read.
Really, I love this game more than I can say. It's a sick, sick obsession.
But it was helpful for the funk... to be able to escape.
So yes. Not dead.
Just incredibly lazy and antisocial and uninspired and feeling totally meh.
I hope to get back on track now... write... submit... update... write... read... write. Did I mention write?