So I can't help but notice that last time I posted properly, I was not officially eligible to receive gifts on Father's Day, whereas now I am. To put it another way, you could say with some accuracy that I haven't really written anything here for an entire lifetime (to date). Accustomed though I may be to long delays between posts of late, taking a lifetime between them is possibly bit ridiculous.
The reasons are manifold I guess.I wasn't convinced I had a lot of interesting things to say (about 4 posts got started, and never posted). But mostly it came down to just not feeling like writing. It felt too much like it would be work. And when the amount of spare time and energy you have is voraciously consumed by the small human that shows up in your house (and it is, in lots of surprisingly abstract ways) sitting down and just going 'flah' becomes rather important. I'm not sure I can really adequately express how cool I think Theo is or how much I love him, but I won't pretend I don't look forward to his nap times on weekends. And rushing to this blog to write entries has not been high on my list of priorities for that down time.
Writing didn't always feel like work. Back at university I blogged like a madman, probably because it seemed like a vastly preferable alternative to work. And now lately it's not feeling so much like work again. So here we are. It might take, it might not. Maybe writing feels like work in fits and starts, and I should be putting this precious limited 'writing isn't so bad' feeling into writing my bestselling novels about the adventures of the Mole People. But oh well. We'll see.
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