Just when you thought it was safe to turn on your computer again…
If any of you are still out there, hello. You may, I am fairly certain, be surprised to hear from me, but not nearly as surprised as I am. As you no doubt recall, I promised my friend Harriet that I would write a blog every week for a year. She had the bizarre idea that if I wanted to be a writer, I should write. I know, but we’ve been friends for a very long time and if it would make her happy, I was willing to humour her. Just this once. For a limited time only.
And so, write I did. Faithfully. On Christmas Day, and New Year’s Day, and Easter Sunday, and on the rare days when I wasn’t feeling very well and on the much more frequent days when I had absolutely nothing to say. Every week. For an entire year.
At least, I thought I did.
My brother, however, disputed this. In fact, he counted my past posts and informed me I was more than a few weeks short of my target. Naturally, I immediately assumed that he was wrong and just got on with my life. A busy life, one in which I finally wrote the long-talked-about-but-never-written book that is being published in October, and sold one company while helping to start another, and joined a choir, and waved the children off to wherever they were going, and home again, and even thought about exercising, from time to time.
But, the doubt took hold. And grew. And Grew. And GREW.
In fact, it grew so large that I eventually could ignore it no longer, which explains why this morning I went back and checked for myself. And yes, sadly, very sadly, he was right. Who could have seen that coming?
So, being the kind of person who feels compelled to finish something once I have started it (especially diets and attempts to cut down on the white wine), I am back. At least for a bit.
You have been warned.
Not Leo Tolstoy (aka Eileen Riley)