Yes, I know it has been a while since I blogged. I could come up with a million and one excuses and I have been busy (ridiculously busy, even), but I believe that you make time for what is important and the sad fact is, of the things on my to-do list, blogging is way down at the bottom. Way down.
I’ve started a new job. Well, technically it isn’t all that new. It is where I worked last year and a lot of my responsibilities are the same, but I have a brand new job title, more hours, more work, more (slightly) money. Here, isn’t it pretty? I genuinely love my job. It has an almost magical feel about it and being surrounded by so much history, not to mention the stunning Italianate gardens, is inspiring.
Which leads me to my writing, or lack thereof. I’m actually struggling to think of any fiction I have written this year. I keep thinking there must be something, but I really don’t think there is, which makes me sad. I love writing. It relaxes me, it’s cheaper than therapy and well, it’s just what I do. I need to get back on track with it.
My studies have taken over a little. My two modules overlap a little more slightly than I first thought and juggling two courses at once is blooming difficult. Example: a week on Moday I have an exam and an assignment deadline on the same day. Yes, the SAME DAY. I think we can safely say I won’t be the best person to be around come next weekend. Despite the stress, I’m enjoying it and I’m doing well. I’m not one to blow my own trumpet, but I got an A on my last two TMAs. Ahem.
On a more personal note, the kid turned five at the end of last month. Seriously, when the hell did that happen? I’m so proud of him. He’s in the top groups for reading, writing and (surprisingly) maths and more importantly, he’s kind, polite and well behaved, most of the time.
Despite the fact, I never seem to know whether I’m coming or going and I’m drinking more coffee than can possibly be good for a person, everything is going well *touch wood*. I finally feel like I’m on track with where I want to be. Of course, there are a few hiccups (one look at my house is testament to that), but c’est la vie.
**I am (still) in the middle of setting up a brand, spanking new blog for survivors of Domestic Abuse, something which I feel very strongly about. If you have, or know someone who has a story they would be willing to share (anonymously or not) or would like to be involved in some way, please get in touch.