If you boiled me down to the essence of my being, what would be left in the cauldren is this sentence:
What happens if we do ‘this’?
For me, life is one massive experiment. Cause and effect, and all the extraneous details that remain but are largely irrelevant.
I’m two weeks away from the end of my first semester at writing school, and I don’t know the impact of that study on my writing because I simply have not had time to write. Sure, I’ve had writing assignments, but my urge to pick up slithers of the day and bring them back to the computer to compose into something more meaningful, it’s gone. That urge has burnt up like light rain before it hits the ground.
I haven’t built a new blog because I haven’t had time. It will come, hopefully during the mid year break (somewhere in between boys’ birthdays and a trip up the north coast of New South Wales).
Blogging is time consuming, and in that respect, costly, but not writing regularly comes at a greater cost.
So if this past 4 months were an experiment, the hypothesis would have been:
What happens if we stop using social media and cram as much into our lives as we physically can? Swimming, kinder gym, school, writing school, Mr Karen’s long hours, 3 energetic kids, a geriatric house, 4 hens, a dog and a cat …
The answer would be, stuff. Lots of stuff happens. And lots of bin days too (again?!). But not much writing.
I may or may not be back here.