So, it’s been a while.

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So, it’s been a while. 

Sometimes there is lots of writing, but none to be published. It’s the way of things.

There have been trips on planes, late night drives home. There is work, and family, and all the goings on of the end of another term. For better or worse, we have a new PM. A new government, and, from my point of view, a lot of fighting on our hands.

This space has been changing. I am less willing to write, even in vague terms, about my kids. As they grow and begin to shape lives of their own, I have no right to write them into the posts of this space.

Those of you who have been around for a while, know cancer is a part of family life. The words that are spoken about its presence are for the ears of family and friends. I don’t want to write them here. Emotions are not all that safe around those words. Untyped is best. Some things are not for public consumption.

So, what then do I write?

We have a new coffee machine. I am running still. Training for a half marathon, and wondering how much longer my arthritic joints will take that kind of punishment.

I have decided on the days I am home during the week, I’ll make decent lunches. Life is too short for a hurried salada and vegemite somedays. What’s the point of working from home, and having a free-lance Hubby if we don’t take advantage of time? Is that blog fodder?

Perhaps I’ll instagram the lunches, the coffees, I already have more than enough photos of my running shoes; then again, what’s a few more?

A new story is mulling, I am pulling out the words. Trying to plan out chapters and characters. The task is hard, but it soothes me at its best, and exhausts me, berates and belittles me at its worst. Ah, words, even when I write you, you can be cruel. So maybe I’ll write about writing. Or the not writing, as some days go.

I have thought a lot about this blog, and at the end of the day, even after it’s been a while, I come back to it. So, it seems it is here to stay. The writing may change, but then again, don’t all things? Nothing worth keeping stands still, well, not in my mind anyway.

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