Oh poor wee blog how I have neglected thee. It has been a manic week or so. Sick kids, home renovations, family visits. There have not been many free seconds of late. I need solitude to write. I need peace, I need quiet, I have to limit distraction.
The last little while has not been horrible, far from it. The sick kids, well ya, that is a bit of a challenge, nobody likes to see their children all snotted up. The home renovations, hard work, but the ends justified the means. I have a totally remodeled living room. I finally have my modest, but cherished book collection on display. The family visit, long overdue. It has been wonderful seeing my parents interact with my infant daughter Zoey. They are wonderful grandparents, Zoey is a lucky little girl.
That has been what's up. My normal schedule has been thrown off course. I have been too busy to write. By the time I get my free moments, my peace, my quiet, I am usually mentally drained from the comings and goings of the day that was. Excuses, excuses...? Am I exaggerating the madness? Is this not, as my buddy Derek mentioned the other night, simply the making up of excuses, in an attempt to to hide the fact that I am battling writer's block? Has the bastard returned? Perhaps.
The 'real' world takes precedence, as it should. Life more often than not needs to be dealt with, before one can think about playing with words. Yes, I have been in a bit of a creative funk. I believe though, that this has had more to do with a lack of me time, than any sort of mental block. I might have a reputation of being able to pound something out quickly, but damn it, I need time to research, I need time to discover my muse. It isn't always as easy as it appears.
Blogging is hard work sometimes. It doesn't pay all that well either.