So, where was I?
I know. I know. It’s been a while since I blogged regularly here. Your plaintive wailing has been noted. It was hard enough stepping over the frozen corpses of my malnourished fanbase as I navigated to the car each morning (come on people, this is Scotland, and all night candlelit vigils are an inevitably terminal resort), but when Google’s autofill suggests ‘Why won’t Rick talk to us?’ for every search query I begin, I know I’ve left it too long.
Loads happened though.
Cornwall, for starters. Bloody brilliant, Cornwall was. There was that magnificent pasty. Also the verbal assault on the parking attendant.
Paris of course. That was mental. Remember that? With the man up the lamppost playing football?
Writing. Bits of running. Wedding anniversaries and birthdays.
Many humorous incidents with a labrador.
Honestly, you’ve missed so much. I don’t feel bad, exactly. In many ways it’s not me, it’s you. Am I to blame if you’re too lazy to stalk me in actual person? If scanning through this website is as committed as you’re prepared to get then that’s on you.
So, yeah, some stuff happened, and then a few weeks ago I was offered a new job.
Dayjobbery, not a writing job.
I don’t write about dayjobbery here much. Well, at all. There’s lots of reasons for that, including that Dayjobbery just wouldn’t like it, and fair enough. Suffice it to say that I dayjob. I’ve been dayjobbering in one place since 2014, doing a thing I’ve become pretty decent at, alongside people I like a great deal. Then I was offered a promotion to a whole new type of dayjob.
I nearly turned it down. I was comfortable where I was.
Realising that was what made me take the new opportunity. There will be (so much) new stuff to learn. New places to go. New people to see.
It will wake me up.
I’ll miss the old dayjob, particularly the people I was lucky enough to be working with. They are the best people.
But I’m also very much looking forward to the new dayjob, which starts tomorrow. There might even be benefits for the sorts of things I do bang on about here – principally, I’ll be keeping more regular hours. I’ve no reason to think they’ll be any easier, these new regular hours, and given how much work I need to do to get up to speed they’ll probably be harder for the foreseeable future, but they at least resemble a ‘normal’ working week. No weekends, no random late or early starts or finishes.
It’s a schedule I can maybe build things around. Habits that stick.
One thing at a time though.
So bear with me. I’ll be around, but I’ve a lot to get my head around in my other life.
Make yourself comfortable. I’ll be back soon. Until then, if you’re jonesing, one of these might provide everything you need. It’s a small investment, for a significant payoff.