Man...

...I used to write some long blog posts. Like some really long blog posts. And I think I did it all as procrastination from my thesis. I have an idea that if I want to write a novel, possibly the best way to do it would be to start a PhD.

Also though, it helped that I used to do stuff. There is stuff I do now, but it seems less easy to write about. I wonder if being 32 means that by now my youthful creative edge has been polished to a kind of smooth, OSH-approved flatness, not uncomfortable in the least for you to press firmly against your thigh or lower back. (Still painful to press against your ulnar nerve though, because everything is painful to press against that.)

I want to persist in this neglected-for-months-at-a-time idea of trying to write more often though, not least because I know quite a few people now who are achieving things with their own writing, and I look at them and what they do and I think perhaps I have the ability in me to achieve similar, er, achievements. However, there's problem I am yet to overcome - for while I am reasonably confident with the writing, I am absolutely appalling at the persistence.