Due to the way life gets in the way, I haven’t really had much chance to write. It makes me realise that how much I had depended on things being quiet last year for me to get any kind of movement. As it is, it feels I have so much to juggle that writing has just fallen off the map, and is the least of my priorities right now. It makes me realise that I was in a fairly privileged position to have been able to write as much as I did.

I know it won’t stay busy forever, and I know it will get tranquil again eventually, but I do feel quite sad that I can’t just sit down and get on with this. Then again, extra time and space is usually a good thing when it comes to anything creative, and I probably shouldn’t worry to much about it.