I do actually like to write. You know: think a bit, put some words down, shuffle them around, and try to put them in front of an audience. I like it a lot. I've even been doing a four day week for the last couple of years and my nearest and dearest have taken the belt tightening so I can spend more time at it.
But that's not how it's working out.
First, work (you know, the stuff that pays the bills) got really busy. Not that there's anything wrong with that. I work with good people and it's interesting in it's own way. I even intermittently Blog for the Man, and if you want to know about writing database applications on mobile devices I can tell you a few things about it. So I'm not complaining. Never mind, I said to myself. These things happen. This too shall pass and then I'll get to do some writing.
Then I went on holiday to England to see the place and my Mum and siblings. Not that there's anything wrong with that either – hello everyone, it was great to see you – but that's my big chunk of time gone for this year. Ah well. When I get back and everyone is in school/university things will be quiet and I'll get to do some writing.
But now there's going to be an election. No, not that one, a Canadian election. So I'll be running around delivering flyers, trying to build web sites, and so on for the New Democrats.
Not that there's anything wrong with that. But don't expect anything much from me until after October 14. Maybe then I'll have a little time to do some writing.
