Struggling with jet lag and a minor hangover, it’s the perfect time to write something down.
So, long time no write. How the devil are you? How’s your year been?
I’d like to say I’ve been struggling with writer’s block but it’s fairer to say I’ve just not engaged in it more than my old favorite the tweet/status update.
This is not to say that I haven’t been crippled with existential angst on many a sleepless night or overcome with the desire to rant about some perceived crime against taste or style. Or even just tempted to jot down a few hundred words on the state of football. I just haven’t felt the need to get it out there. Which defeats the whole point of writing. I suppose I’ve just been a bit lazy really. That, and the one liners just come a bit more naturally.
And I’m in love. So we all know how that buggers up the creative process. And makes you fat. Happiness, eh? Who needs it?
*even this blog title isn’t relevant or a statement or anything. I just had the song stuck in my head. Which makes a change from that mind-manglingly irritating Party Rock bollocks. But that’s a rant for another day.
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