I keep telling myself, and you my readers, that I don’t write enough because I don’t have time. And if that worked before when I was single and living at home, closing from work at 4pm and doing nothing but gardening and gisting with the parental unit, then it certainly works now with two babies: infant and man. Lol.

But that’s not true, is it? I looked back to my writing and realised, I wrote the most when I was working 8am to midnight/2am, 6 days a week. I was chronically unhappy at the time so I reckon I did it just to escape my reality. Now, it seems like I’m too busy enjoying my reality to write. Both options are poor choices in my book because I love writing and I need to write if I want to keep improving my skill and finally retire into an old age of pensions from my numerous NY Number One Best Sellers!

I can’t even apologise for the yawning gaps in my writing because at this point, it has become trite. If you could see the back end of this blog, you’d see the numerous ‘draft’ messages I have begun and stopped midway because something else requires my time. Regardless, if you read me and look forward to new articles which you haven’t been getting consistently, I am honestly sorry.

I want to say I will be better but I think it’s better to under promise and over deliver. So here’s my [under] promise: I won’t be getting any better at posting.

Now watch me over-delivering…*fingers crossed*

Lawl.