On returning, having never left…

Hello strangers, long time no speak – where have you you been?!

This post is dedicated to Anon from random life (and anyone else who might have been wondering about me).


Hey! Yeah, it’s been ages.. πŸ™

I think I’m pretty much back* now though.

I didn’t exactly go anywhere, but I wasn’t really here.

By ‘here’, I mean everywhere I usually am.

I’ve been practicing living like a modern day hermit. Hermit because of the cut-off-ness, modern because of the house as opposed to a cave.

I haven’t exactly been ill, I just haven’t felt up to doing anything more than absolutely necessary.

I’ve been looking after myself by staying away from people. Ok, that’s not quite true. I still had contact with DB and work people. I just haven’t phoned any one else up, nor have I written to them. I haven’t been out anywhere. I haven’t invited anyone over. I haven’t written here though I have occasionally read other people’s blogs.

I think /hope /wish I’ΔΊl be here for a while now. Over the last few weeks I’ve started breaking out of my self imposed isolation.

I want to attempt NaNoBloPoMo.

NaNoWriMo, with it’s crazy word counts, is a little bit lot hard to imagine. However. I haven’t written in ages and my head is full of things that want to be written down. I ought to manage a post every day, even if it’s a very short post.

Maybe I’ll aim for 3000 words. That’s 100 per day. That ought to be doable. I don’t usually like the word ought, but I can’t think of a better one right now.

My [multiple] previous attempts at NaNoWriMo all failed miserably. Things happen in November which don’t happen during the rest of the year; computers break, I (and about half my family) celebrate still being alive, I travel, I have exams etc.

This year, as far as I can see**, is a little bit different. It’s the most simultaneously planned and unplanned November I can remember. On the one hand I have never started thinking about Christmas so far in advance (DB is a planner) but on the other hand I’m not flying home, I’m not travelling backwards and forwards across Germany, I’m not moving house, I’m not involved in a messy break-up. I don’t have an idiot colleague to fight.

I ought to be home in the evenings and able to write. Ok, so I’m still working, celebrating and revising/learning (road theory – car and motorbike), helping let balloons fly, dog sitting and designing and making new cupboards for our bedroom. But it should be possible. Oh yeah, I have 2 articles approaching their respective deadlines too.

Theoretically I can write on the train for 10 of the 30 days. And there are weekends πŸ™‚

I’m going to bed now, but I’m glad to be back to writing.

*No, I’m not sure how ‘pretty much back’ works either πŸ˜‰

**not very far πŸ˜‰

0 thoughts on “On returning, having never left…

  1. Welcome back from not being away. πŸ™‚ I understand the “nots” I get like that too. Sometimes, actually mostly, all I want to do after work is come home and hibernate in my own little space. It makes me feel guilty, but I can live with that.
    Take care.

  2. Hello! It’s great to have you back (even though you never left!). I’m sure I’ve felt similar in the past, looking back at my blog but I didn’t really get back into it as much as I want to – as you say, so many things I want to write down but I just don’t know how to (if that makes sense).

    Anyways, I look forward to reading more posts! πŸ™‚

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