I still do. I sent an email to what I thought was your @ddress a while back, but I didn't know if you'd got it.

I will politely hassle. I'm always a bit scared in this area: I picked up this idea from reading around the subject that if a writer asks once too often what's happening there's a bang and flash and he finds himself alone on the cold hill's side and can never go back no more. But I do understand being snowed under.

"When next we meet"--ah, that magical phrase...