Amazingly, I have already reached my 2010 record in terms of the number of pieces written in a single year. I am still a bit short on the number of words written, but there are more than two months to go till the end of the year. By then, I will surely break that record, too. Around this time last year I was almost convinced that last year’s record would linger for years, as the previous record was set in 2001, but I was wrong (“2001, 2010,” October 13, 2010). Dead wrong, as it turns out. Which is why I am wary of further predictions along these lines. All I can say at this time is that the anguish of my broken love affair with Motovun is still with me. And in earnest. If this is what drives much of my writing at this time, it may take a few more years for the anguish to subside. My victory over the mayor of Motovun in Strasbourg will undoubtedly mark the beginning of this dreadful period’s end.