Well, this is awkward

Well, this is awkward

A month ago I posted about how I didn’t want to blog anymore because I was wasting all of my good ideas on you fine people and didn’t I have better things to do?

Maybe I was hasty.

I did a lot of things last year. I changed my hours at Neighbours so that I wasn’t working all around the clock, and instead of spending the time in between relaxing and reading books and watching Meryl Streep movies, I crammed yet more things into it. Do you know what that made me? Tired. In December I got to the end of my production year and I sat on the floor in my study and just went, ‘Shit, something’s gotta give,’ and the most obvious thing was blogging.

But over the holidays, things happened and I didn’t have anywhere to write about them. Not just things in my life, but things in the media and things in the world that I wanted to give a voice to and I didn’t have a place for that. And then I lost touch with the feelings I was having because instead of expressing them as words on a screen, I just said them to myself in the bathroom and we all know what an unsupportive cow I can be.

So I took stock of the other things I am spending my time doing, and looked for the source of the grief I had mistakenly placed on my blog, and found it in a place I had probably known of the whole time but didn’t want to admit.

That means that I have to now very uncomfortably plod my way back into my blog and be like, ‘Hey guys! Oh, you thought I was leaving? haha, idiots!’ Sorry about that.

Also I miss you. C’mere.

Things that have happened in the meantime:

• Neither Gaz nor I have any extended family in Melbourne, so on Christmas Day when the girls were with their other family, we lifted the mood by going to Maccas for lunch and then taking a drive around Springvale Botanical Cemetery. Gaz looked at the trees and I looked at the people, and it was actually a bit lovely until Rupert tried to jump out of the car and we had that scene from Marley & Me except in a cemetery.
• I went to yum cha no less than 8 times.
• I bought a new fan.
• My car crossed the line from ‘mostly paint’ to ‘mostly bird shit’.
• I wrote 10,000 words of the book I mentioned, and about 3,000 of them are pretty great.

Hey guys. Sorry about all that stuff about not wanting to hang with you.