My, how time flies when you’re busy existing. Here we are in the middle of July already. 2009 is hurtling along with a relentless pace and unless I do something soon I won’t have published a single word to my modest blog in nearly a year. I attempted to rectify this situation back in April – I have two posts sat at Draft status to attest to this – but I made the mistake of trying to summarise my thoughts on the major events since I last wrote something in September 2008, ending up with a rambling, pointless missive of no use to anyone, least of all me.
So it becomes a vicious circle: the desire to write is crushed by the uncertainty of where to begin. I would sit there staring at a blank screen, desperately thinking of a way to resurrect the blogging bug and each time just giving up and doing something pointless like updating my status on Facebook (probably the biggest collective waste of time in human history, yet, like scratching an itchy arse, irresistible), or clicking idly through BBC News or even Comment Is Free for inspiration. After an hour of this I would just give up completely.
Mrs Sane (now an official moniker, as we got married last October) would constantly encourage me to write again, as would the (very) few other people who somehow enjoy my witterings. But it just wasn’t happening.
Then I had an epiphany. It was a simple, yet transformative revelation: I would just… write. Never mind what’s happened over the last ten months, I would just publish and be damned. So that’s what I’m going to do.