Two weeks ago I made the impulsive decision to return to writing over at A Parenting Life. Without a second to spare I had changed my Facebook page name to Rhianna Writes about A Parenting Life and was ready to rock and roll. Or at least write and write.
It was the last day of 2015 and it seemed only fitting to start the new year with a return to the past with a bit of a fresh new twist.
Ok, perhaps when it is worded like that it doesn't seem as fitting but the decision was made nonetheless and off I went.
So here I am, two weeks into 2016 and still none the wiser as to how I am going to make myself write more.
All the sighing.
When Mr Awesome returned from Darwin, complete with my beloved iMac carefully wrapped in his suitcase complete with a voice to text program I have been waiting some twelve months to try I was adamant that words would begin to flow from me like much like the monsoonal downpour on a topical island.
Obviously that is not quite how things have panned.
Sure I could easily blame school holidays or work or an endless list of dismal excuses, but really they are just that. Pathetic dismal excuses that are just a cop out for being lazy or scared or whatever it is that is making me hold myself back.
My brain is currently in overdrive trying to balance out the quandary of desperately wanting to be a writer yet constantly putting the effort to write in the too hard basket.
It just makes no sense. At all.
More sighing.
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