Wallow Wallow Wallow

I’ve morphed into someone I hardly recognize sometimes. Mostly, this is a good thing. But in some ways I miss my old self. Not that there’s any going back. And I don’t think I’d want to given that I’m completely happy with my life the way it is. But sometimes I just wonder whether at some point I let go of stuff that made me feel good.

Like writing. There was a time when I used to write a LOT. Of course I lost everything when my hard drive went into a blue funk and refused to talk to me. So my tech advisor reformatted it and now my writing is in soft copy limbo.

That of course is not an excuse to stop writing. But I changed my work place, had less time on the computer and it all sort of died down. Now I have time to write but there are no stimuli. Sigh.

I suppose the best thing to do would be to stop bemoaning all that has happened in the past and get cracking again. Gotta start somewhere. I think I need my own computer. There. That sounds like a nice way to start. So come 2009, I’ll be rearing to go. Watch out world. Squeak.