It’s raining right now. Been raining for a few days now. I can’t remember a time when it rained during Christmas.. But then again, I have terrible memory. Funny, as wet as it is outside right now, in my head I’m all dried up word-wise.. Which you might have noticed with my weather opening line.

I haven’t written anything in a long time and everytime I have the time to sit down and write, I come up with a nice shiny blank. I like shiny; blanks not so much (unless it’s on a signed cheque). Somehow talking about how I can’t think of anything to write about comes easy. But I can only do so much of that before I sound all whiney. It’s just really puzzling. I used to be able to write once a day. There are a load of times I’d think of something to say but never getting around to actually putting it down, being busy and all, and when I do get the time to sit down, what I thought of before- events, musings whatever- they are all, by then, expired and unpublishable. But I like writing. I miss writing.

Which reminds me: New Year’s resolutions time. I guess for the coming year I’ll have a lot on my list. You can guess one which would definitely be on there.

So. Enough about not being able to write. I’ll force myself if I have to, but I will write more. I’ll be promising to do a lot more this coming year. But that’s for another entry. So for now..

I hope everyone is enjoying their own versions Christmas. I certainly am, the first in our new home and one of the best I’ve ever had.