I guess a couple of things have conspired to interrupt my blog posting recently.
The first, and most trivial, reason was that real life - which isn't very real at all but which at the moment has me tightly by the balls - has demanded my undivided attention. Sometimes the issues that confront you when you're running a business take over completely. If you ever want to be free again you simply have to address them. And I want to be free.
The other, more important issue for me though, was the growing realisation that writing my blog had degenerated into a bad ego trip, a platform to show-off, to pontificate, to seek attention.
I need to get back to basics. I want to be a writer. That's all I want to be.
As a consequence, I believe this blog should only have two functions. Firstly, to promote my novel A Half Life of One. Secondly, to examine those issues that every writer grapples with; to share insights; and to solicit advice from those who have gone before me. Everything else is irrelevent.
If you see me straying off the tracks again - slap me. Hard.
So. I'm going to tiptoe back into the blogosphere under cover of night. Low key. Modest. A little shamefaced.
And this time I promise I'll whisper, not shout.