Getting excited is fun. Sharing that excitement extends the joy. Why does there need to be any more reason to write?
Welcome, one and all, to 2015. It's the year of adventure and I am back (with gay abandon) to typing in my notebook.
The less you write, the less you are a writer. But when you keep worrying about what's happening next, there's no time to expand upon what's happening now.
2013 meant dipping my toes in a lot of new things. 2014 means diving a little deeper into a few and transitioning to a new writing frequency.
Writing is my profession, my fun and more. My brain on the other hand is a little more limited in its functionality.
A few more hours in the day would be great, but it's distance that would help me get a little more writing done.
Before I hit this notebook's anniversary, I need to raise a glass to a different but not entirely unrelated first birthday.
A chill. A cosy gloom. The rain. This autumnal turn means a lot more than a handy topic of conversation for this particular Brit.
If we lived perpetually in the conditional, we would never have anything new to say. It's the current that keeps us thinking.
It's all a question of normalising what it is to be on a spectrum.
It is Sunday, and I should be writing. But output doesn't put out without some input.
Two days of sunshine, a morning of gloom and a post of undecided outlook.
In order to be a better writer, you have to be psychotic. That is, a person who needs multiple identities in order to give the impression of an erudite whole.
If something is fascinating, exciting or spark-inducing then it should be shared so that others may experience that same feeling.
This post is by way of an apology. I am no stranger to the idea that any good blog should get new content up regularly, and I had a little hiccup this past week and did not get a new post up. It's not lack of inspiration; like most people I currently have things bombarding my brain at a frightening rate.
Nor is it a lack of words; just at the moment they are flitting around my mind like a range of goodies in a lovely chocolate shop.
Rather, at this precise moment, it's a matter of time. Rarely should this be an excuse, but I am moving house in two days time and whilst this will be my third move this year, and I am becoming somewhat of a packing ninja, some things just take time.
Therefore, please take this post as my way of saying, you've not heard the last of me yet.