So where have I been?
I’ve got to be honest I’m not sure.
My muse has been on a vacation?
But again if I’m totally honest with you dear reader…and myself for that
matter…writing just hasn’t been all that important to me the past eight months
or so. It all started with a change in
scenery at work and then snowballed from there.
Changes at home and a readjustment of priorities in life and suddenly
writing ended up taking a back seat, as did blog maintenance. I can’t quite pin-point when it happened or
even why, it just did. I keep asking
myself if that’s a bad thing. I’m not
sure I like the answer. They say that if
you really want to write you will find a way to do it. If that’s the case then perhaps I don’t
really want to be a writer. This
seriously made me reconsider how I was spending my time. The experts seem to agree that one needs to
find what they love and do that. In the
end I believe that’s what I’ve been doing.
I love
being a Dad. It’s really the best thing
in life. Yes, there are up’s and down’s
but in the end it’s the most rewarding thing I’ve ever done. I won’t sit here and say I’m good at it, far
from it, but it fires me up. It makes me
want to get up in the morning unlike anything else in my lif e. (It also makes me want to go to bed from exhaustion more than anything else in life!) So for the past eight months I’ve balanced work and being a dad. Writing has just seemed like a chore. I’ve not had ideas or desire to sit down and put anything to paper (or to the screen in this case…but that just doesn’t sound as romantic). I can almost always find something to do other than write. Some of you had read a few chapters of my only completed manuscript and I appreciate it. I still want to work on it and perhaps one day I will. I’ve even tried to start a couple other projects, they’ve fizzled and failed.
Instead
I’ve embraced the cool comfort of routine.
I get up, I go to work, I come home and I enjoy my family. Some will
tell you that routine is evil. Monotony
is the destroyer of creativity and perhaps that’s true after all I’ve not even
been riding and you know what?? I’ve not
really cared. I like my monotony just
the way it is. I’m quite content to do
the same thing every day. Maybe it’s
turning 40? Maybe it’s the constant
little aches and pains that seem to have accompanied the turning of the hour
glass. I’m not sure, don’t think I care
either. I’m happy, I’m stress free, and
life’s a beach. This is not to say I’ll
never write or ride again, (I mean technically you are feasting your eye holes on this here piece of writing). I hope my muse has not abandoned me permanently.
(I know my fitness has, but that’s another blog post) I am still exploring the world with my kids
and I still occasionally come up with an interesting idea for a story, (I’ve
got a great female android character with a red Mohawk just itching to be
written about) so I’m sure there will still be writing. My family is growing up very quickly and I
guess in the end the choice between sitting, sequestered in my office delving
into the mysteries of my own mind…shudder…
or hanging with the family, I would prefer to sit in my chair and watch my
children grow up or go hang out with them.
Yeah I like that idea. I like it a lot.
So no
my gentle humans, I have not disappeared.
I’ve not dropped off the end of the earth (hmmm is that another idea for
a story or what?) I’m just sitting, relaxing, and enjoying life. The world is pretty cool and I should
probably slow down and stop trying to do everything and be everywhere. Perhaps the best thing to do is relax, slow
down, and embrace it all. It won’t work
for everyone but for right now, it’s working for me and life can’t get much better. Well maybe it could but that would require a
donut shop being built in my backyard and let’s face it….that’s just not practical. 
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