Not always, perhaps, but once again he has.  The writer lurking in me.  A difficult and irritating fellow who seems to want to run from the very only thing he does: write.  He claims to have been working somewhere in a garret room in the back of my mind.  Well, we'll see what he's got this time.  Maybe it will be the good stuff.  Now I just need to get him drunk and let him roar.