Writing is work. Writing has its own momentum, and its own weight. Sometimes that weight doesn’t get carried along when other things get too heavy.

As part of what seems to be the cycle here, I’ve been away doing all the things and my writing has languished. There are a series of things I have planned to write, and all the notes are laying about on my desk, scattered like fallen leaves. I’m hoping to rake them up and turn them into a pile of something, but even my rudimentary knowledge of plants understand that means mulch…

So, back to work. Hoping for more posts, but depending on that ever elusive ‘free time’ that never seems to be actually free, nor arriving in great quantities.

Is this that stupid ‘supply chain’ thing everyone goes on and on about?