Up until the turn of the year, which feels such a long time ago now, I was writing regularly. The blog was thriving, words were flowing, and I was enjoying the whole experience. Something I’d prevaricated about for years was turning out to have been a very good idea. I even had the thrill of Alison Tyler referring to me as a ‘writer’ when she shared something I’d produced in response to one of her writing prompts. I didn’t stop grinning for a week after that. The whole thing was giving me a buzz.
Then, for various reasons it stopped. The time and place I’d been setting aside to write disappeared and somehow it proved easier to go with the flow rather than adapt to these changes. At first, I hardly noticed. Then weeks became months and what at first seemed to be a hiatus has gone on far too long. To the point where I almost feel back at square one. Nervous, and a bit tentative. Wondering if anyone is going to be bothered to read it if I do write. But of course, that’s not the point. As much as I appreciate the feedback and enjoy interaction with people who respond to my posts, I have to remember that I’m writing because I enjoy it and need to start again. It’s something that helps to keep me sane.
So this is a brief note, just to say I’m still here, still baking and as of today still writing.
David in the kitchen. 