Milord I am guilty as charged. I stand accused of blog neglect and I have no alibi. I was there at the scene of the crime and my knife was bloody to behold.
Unless one includes continuous work and aggravation from public figures who take themselves far too seriously.
Two postings in the whole of June is, what we refer to back home as "utter pants," although Americans don't get this as it refers to trousers, a commodity I found myself selling in my first job stateside. I still don't understand who would buy those green golf pants.
Yup the American Dream has taken some time to kick in but a cunning plan is presenting itself.
In the interim I am seeking to address my woeful blogging neglect but it isn't easy. I still have lots of comments to respond to as well as a few new followers after a period of moribund stagnation.
And here's a funny thing; my blog hasn't missed me at all. In my period away from posting daily visits have risen from the mid 100s to top 300. It's like there are strange cyber crawlers out there hitting on old postings who don't even know I have gone. Ah you would celebrate and cyber crawl over my grave without even realizing who I am.
This week has seen something of an existential crisis but there's light at the end of the dark tunnel. Strangely a rather forced effort for us to meet the folks in advertising seems to have given me that sense of perspective I have been lacking.
The games with bananas on strings, needless to say were embarrassing and crushingly unnecessary, but this office event actually included wine and we were forced to mingle with the advertising types. I hadn't realized how far away I had been trapped at my chair and in my shell until I started to talk to complete strangers.
There's a song by the Pogues, Christie Brown and all that and the kindness of strangers, although in the long term I need a new novel or an old one half remembered. I won't say it was even kindness but I gained perspective and it helped me beat my way out of the cardboard box that had been trapping me.
Though I sang in my chains like the sea.