Words

I have no desire to blog at the moment. In fact I can't get the inspiration to much creative stuff at the moment.

The reasons (in no particular order):-
- Work has melted my brain and leaves me little free-time to do anything other than breathe, eat or go to the loo
- My back/leg/hip still cause significant discomfort
- I'm waiting for a couple of story responses (1 from an Agent and another from a publisher) that I suspect will never turn up
- Kids are too loud
- It's hard to concentrate when WBA FC are on the verge of another relegation
- There seems to be a large degree of futility to everything

I'm unlikely to ever get the enthusiasm to put pen to paper to write stories ever again. After all, the story with the publisher has been with them for over a year, so I think I can safely write that one off. This is on the back of many rejections over the years.
If I don't hear back from the agent by April 5th it will have been 6 months, at which point I'll draw my writing career to an end. Send a follow up letter? Nah, no point. So, there we have it; a date has been set for an end to approximately 20 years of my on/off writing career.

I'm hoping this "funk" goes soon because I have business case to write (but looking back on the final bullet point above, why bother?)