“I’m back,” he said, sheepishly.

I’ve found not blogging most disagreeable.

After my valedictory post a few weeks ago, good things did begin to happen, there’s no denying it. I wrote a bunch of stuff for publication, which is the thing I averred blogging was holding me back from doing. But then each day I would finish my work and look wistfully at my computer, the hours stretching before me, my fingers itching still to type.

What if — I asked myself — I maintain the iron provision that I can only blog after I’ve met my daily word count on “real” work? So that’s what I’m gonna do. I’ll let this undead blog shamble about, as it wants to, scrupulously bearing in mind that it is a hobby.

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