I’m only stopping in briefly to point out to myself and you, O Reader, that I have not posted anything here in Ten Days.
10.
That’s a long time for me.
But the truth of it is that I haven’t time to post anything. I don’t. I don’t even have time to post this here, right now.
And mostly I say, when I haven’t done something I want to do, that I haven’t “made time” for it. But I’ll tell you right now that failing to post here isn’t because I haven’t made time; it Really and Truly is because I Don’t Have Time.
I could tell you what I’ve been up to. I could. But the idea of trying exhausts me and… you guessed it. I don’t have time.
For what it’s worth (and if, O Reader, you are missing posts), I want Very Much to write here. I want to write here, and I want to write Other Things. But instead I am filling my time with writing Still Other Things– things I don’t really want to write; things I don’t enjoy writing; things I simply need to finish writing– and waiting, yea, Longing for time to write Other Things.
There is no sense in writing or thinking about that for now, though. Writing assignments await me and, as I’ve been up past midnight the last two nights (and up by six, of course, the last three mornings) working on (you guessed it) writing, I’d best get to work in hopes of an earlier bedtime tonight.
The clock is ticking, after all.
