Back in the saddle

So I neglected my blog pretty badly.

After almost two years, I find myself creeping back through the door and surveying the scene - like a husband who left home one day to get some milk and the paper and just didn't ever return. As I look round the room, I don't really know what I'll see except for the broken promises and abandoned dreams that I gave up on.

It feels weird. A little sordid and uncomfortable, even. And yet I know deep down that it wasn't a decision that I made after any deep or meaningful thought. My blog and I just drifted apart. I had my job and my personal life to think about and there just wasn't room to fit a regular commitment to random witterings and brain dumping. Hey, I guess it's happened to many people, right?

But as I survey the wreckage of what could have been a great outlet for creativity and ire, I'm determined to resume what I started. The cobwebs are being dusted away and I've spruced up the decor - so now all that's left to do is consolidate and get writing again. My wife is already using her own blog to document the struggles she's facing in writing her first novel, but this won't be as personal or sentimental. Rather, it will simply be the observations of someone with far too much time on their hands.

Hopefully at least some of it will amuse and interest....