So you may have noticed that I have missed a few regular postings and I have not been as good with visiting and commenting on my favourite blogs as I used to. I deliberated as to whether I should say anything here and, in the end, I feel its only fair to all my lovely readers to provide a little update as to whats going on with me. So here it goes...
I was abducted by aliens. No...I was on a train that was stuck at a red signal. No...I was sucked into the shopping vortex also known as Primark on Oxford Street. Erm. Nope. I was undercover on a top secret mission and couldnt risk my true identity. Uh...Would you believe I was doing the hokey-cokey in a church with a bunch of other people being led by a cross dressing Victorian music hall singer? No? Neither would I. But the last one was true at least.
Truth is I have been struggling with work since my return. I really cannot go into any details but it has been extremely difficult and has affected me more than I expected and, in turn, affected my writing. Unfortunately I am trying everything I possibly can but the cause of the problem is something beyond my control. Cue the stress reduction kit...
I am truly blessed with a very supportive family and network of friends here but, there is only so much they can understand without having been in my position. And lets face it, it can be a bit of a downer in a conversation, especially since this has been going on for a at least 6 months now with no end in sight. No one wants that kind of buzz kill and I certainly dont want to be that kind of person.
So, being a little low in spirits has been the main culprit behind my missed posts but I hope to remedy that soon. Bear with me if it does come across in my writing though.
Also, while I'm here, tell me, what do you do when you're feeling down? How do you get back to your happy self and not want to throttle innocent bystanders?
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I was abducted by aliens. No...I was on a train that was stuck at a red signal. No...I was sucked into the shopping vortex also known as Primark on Oxford Street. Erm. Nope. I was undercover on a top secret mission and couldnt risk my true identity. Uh...Would you believe I was doing the hokey-cokey in a church with a bunch of other people being led by a cross dressing Victorian music hall singer? No? Neither would I. But the last one was true at least.
Truth is I have been struggling with work since my return. I really cannot go into any details but it has been extremely difficult and has affected me more than I expected and, in turn, affected my writing. Unfortunately I am trying everything I possibly can but the cause of the problem is something beyond my control. Cue the stress reduction kit...
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Also, while I'm here, tell me, what do you do when you're feeling down? How do you get back to your happy self and not want to throttle innocent bystanders?
