In the weeks following my last entry, I'd planned to update on all kinds of cool and interesting projects I was working on.
Problem is, half of those projects fell through whilst the others were neither as cool, nor as interesting, as I first thought them to be.
Then, I got started on some long-winded, overly-sentimental ramble about my divorce and how, despite never thinking I'd even be married, never mind divorced, by the time I hit my mid-twenties, I'm actually happier than I've ever been.
I gave up on that too, because, well, who the hell wants to see me getting all soppy and quoting songs lyrics like a some thirteen year old who just discovered their own emotions
Not me, that's who.
Instead, I decided I would just write; just let words fall from my brain on to an empty page until that page becomes full of half-formed thoughts and paints a picture, a little fleeting snapshot of my state-of-mind.
A very old pic, I've had a haircut or two since!
Why? Because I enjoy it, even though I sometimes convince myself I don't.
On Sunday mornings when I find myself slumped in my chair, head throbbing to some menacing beat, and I've got a black dog on my back in the shape of an early-evening deadline, I'll admit, the thought of writing anything just fills me with dread.
I'll sit there for hours on Sundays, cursing the day I ever decided that picking up a pen and knocking out some words might be a good way to spend my life.
But of course, that evil that lurks within me on a Sunday and leaves me feeling rather sorry for myself has very little do to with writing and everything to do with spending my Saturday evenings enjoying all the freedom that my aforementioned divorce affords me.
That said, even when I'm not in the throes of a post-Saturday breakdown, it's sometimes easy to forget that I'm pretty fortunate to be able to do the things I do for a living, whether that's the words, the web stuff, events like Haigh Fest or anything else that people think I'm good at.
Sure, I work bloody hard, but then so do a lot of people who don't get to half the cool stuff that I get to do.
That's not me bragging either, at least I hope it doesn't come across that way.
Really, I'm just affirming to myself that I do actually appreciate that I've got a good thing going here.
Oh, and that, despite what I might sometimes tell myself, I do really enjoy this writing lark even when, as now, I have absolutely naff all to write about.
