It’s not that I haven’t been writing.
It’s just that I haven’t been able to finish anything.
I don’t know – it’s a strange time. F has been away for almost a month now. I was joking with people the other day that I didn’t know who he was. Of course, the side-effect of this is that I have been incredibly busy, since I have to do everything at home. I don’t mind that, of course, but it all takes time.
There’s also another thing. Since I moved the blog and went through all the posts to delete some and ensure links still worked, I’ve become a bit more aware of the better writing and the boring stuff (this would go under the heading of “boring stuff”) and there’s a part of me that doesn’t finish the posts simply because I realise it’s not good writing or it falls into the category of “boring stuff”.
Of course, I should get over this. I can always delete posts later if they are really boring – like I did when I tidied things up after the move.
Also, because I’ve been so busy, there is also much less angst than usual and, as you will know, angst results in better writing. So, too busy = less angst = worse writing. A no win situation.
There have been many things that I’ve wanted to comment about, from the news, from life – but nothing really “strong”, nothing really important.
I am well. The dogs are well. F is stressed and tired but well. Summer is coming (it’s reasonably warm here if a bit temporal.)
So, that’s another thing – nothing is really happening.
Still, there ARE posts I want to finish so, who knows, maybe I will finish them soon.
In the meantime, apart from this post, I’ve been posting songs 8as you may have noticed) as a temporary stop-gap. Sorry.by