Gee golly gosh, I hate to go over familiar territory, but it's like this - I am a writer, published and all, and blah blah blah my own style, dreams of grandeur, gifts to share, etc.

But I hardly write.

And now that I'm writing form reports for my new job, which I love, and which keeps me plenty busy, I have let all freewriting slack to the point of empty pillowcases.

My head is full of ideas, sure, and from time to time, I actually jot some notes down in the general direction of a piece to publish.  I don't have excuses, or even reasons.  In fact, I feel a certain measure of guilt about the whole thing - and yet, that guilt is substantially below the level that would necessitate more regular entries.

So there it is then.  More to come, I suppose.  Eventually.  Maybe.