Such a long time.
It's so long since I've been around, the gaps seem to get longer every time I go away--(sounds like a soppy song.)
I supose, I just wanted to pop in and say hello. Again. I say that every time.. I'm not going to make any false promises about keeping up with the threads, or being around for long--but damn I miss this site.
This, and UKAuthors, were THE places to be, back when the internet was still in short pants. I loved it here, and made so many good friends. I learnt a ridiculous amount from other members, and their critique. And I credit my 'better' writing skills today, down in large part to this site. You want to learn the nuts and bolts of writing? For me, this is the place to be.
I feel guilty with every absence, because being here, and the people, were good to me, we went through a lot together. ABCTAles distracted me through some dark times. I always big the site up, and recommend it to new writer's wanting feedback and to learn. It's my tiny, tiny way of at least giving something back.
I've been busy for a few years, and work 18 hour days--still. I went to bed at five this morning, and was at it again by ten. There are no hours left for anything, family, fun, everything else gets squished into little boxes and distributed in tiny segments of time. And now, I've scaled work back. I didn't write for six years, and worked on other people's books, but I was diagnosed with a brain condition last year, and had to let my staff go, and scale the business back. Every cloud, now I'm writing again. I still work to pay the bills, but have time for the things I want to do. We go camping three days out of every two weeks in the season, and I swap office for working in the suhnshine. I love it.
This crazy, wacky brain condition has given me the wildest facial tics, and I stumble about and fall over a lot, it's great. Drunk without the hangover. I'm in partial remission at the moment, and don't have the most visible symptoms, just a lot of pressure on my swollen brain. See, I kept telling everybody I have a big brain, but they didn't bedlieve me. It'll be back, and it's a case of tick tock waiting. I call him (my condition) Sparky, and he's a bugger, with a warped sense of humour.
Anyway before this turns into a BAFTA acceptance speech, 'Thank you to my mother, my father, God and everybody else who knows me,' I wanted to pop in, say hi and thank you. I'm going to try and stick around--but I won't, I never do. It's the same in real life, I up and off at a moment's notice--and then crawl back with my tail betwen my legs years later. I could just copy and paste this post every five years. But I suppose it stops people thinking, oh, remember whatshername? I wonder if she's still alive?
It's been awhile. I'm looking forward to some reading.