Guys, I’m old. A realisation I make on an increasingly regualr basis these days. This particular trauma was brought on during some research into my older writings. Going back to my very first online presence; a Tumblr Blog of yore. And the very first, absentminded post I made on that blog popped up in May of 2009, nearly ten years to the day in fact from when this has been posted.
There’s a chance that some of you might have noticed that I took last week off. Well, the reason for this is that, after almost six months of frustration and strife I am finally moving into my first home. Things have been a whirlwind of activity, and as a consequence, some part of my life have suffered, namely my blog.
As I finally get the keys next week and start to move my entire life nine miles up the road, things are going to be a little chaotic, so I’m doing the responsible thing and preemptively justifying my lack of activity as I settle into a new life.
In my years writing online in various forms, I go through a familiar cycle of behavour. One that begins with passion, an urge to do something creative, something different and to say something worth saying. From there, I eventually use up all my great ideas and start to struggle for inspiration. When I eventually start to feel like I’m writing out of obligation rather than because I want to, I end up falling off the wagon.
Thankfully, since January of 2018, I have managed to stay clean and keep up writing on a regular basis without taking another extended break. In fact, I have managed to increase my output to levels I’ve not managed to do since I was running a news site with a few friends years ago.