On the Absence of the Writer

Yes, I know.

I never write.

 I never call.

It’s just not the same as it was and you may be thinking I no longer care.

It’s not true – I’m just … well, I’m knackered. I’m working 2 jobs at the moment, trying to finish one for good and trying to learn a new one. I’m editing for other people. I’m trying to finish the novel based on Brisneyland by Night. I’m trying to spend time with my family and significant other. I’m also trying to finish a PhD. Critique and prep for my role as one of the OBMB mentors. Oh and sleep. I’m trying to get some of that. but the current heat in Brisbane and my soaring caffeine levels are making that a bit difficult too.

But I will be better and better soon. This is my last week of having one foot in two different work boats, for which I am eternally grateful. My weekend will be spent knocking over the edit of one last manuscript. And sleeping. Oh yes, sleeeeeping.

And next week, I promise I will be back with more drive-bys and a few interviews with various and nefarious folk. Thanks for your patience, t’intertubes.