It’s been two months since I last posted here. I feel really bad for neglecting my blog and even worse for abandoning my blogger friends. I apologise!
I have been reflecting on why and it’s hard to explain. The writing drought hasn’t been confined to here. I haven’t written a single word for my stories in these two months. I haven’t edited anything either. I feel completely uninspired and everything is a bit meh.
I was so excited when I finally moved into MY house. This was my new start and I confess I kind of expected things to flow and naturally fall into place. Except they didn’t. At least they haven’t yet.
We didn’t want to hold up the house sale any longer so we didn’t wait for Barely Husband’s purchase to go through. Me, being a lovely person (yes, I can be nice) told him he could stay with me and Raven until everything was sorted. Well, he’s still there.
I don’t like it. He doesn’t like it but his purchase has been marred by a series of cock-ups by the rookie seller’s solicitor (fuck you, UK house buying process).
I guess I can attribute my low to that, at least partially. I feel cockblocked. I can go out if I want to and he won’t say anything (I have been out) but I don’t like being watched. Who does?
I decided to start writing here, even if it’s a shitty post, so I can try to drive myself out of this funk. Thank you for sticking by.