Slackening Off

So I have been lax, slackened off, taken my foot off the pedal... not written this blog for aaaaah, how long? Too long. Or so it feels. I know I need to keep the social media going, a new blog entry at least twice a month. So they say. 

But, I haven't. 

Last year was a hugely creative year. Locked up, locked down, fed up, creativity poured out. Two plays on the radio - the BBC - and a book published. Brilliant! lovely feeling. 

Then this year. Struggling to write, to do much at all for a month or three. Only the odd poem, my usual outlet, my therapy. Those sort, on the whole, not publishable. 

Then there is the blame game. Too much else to do. Currently, organising the Clevedon Literary Festival open mic seems to be swallowing up my life. But sometimes, these are excuses. Too busy to do what? Write? The thing I enjoy? 

Ok then time for a reset. So today, a new blog entry. Hooray!

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