It’s a little bare isn’t it? Which is odd, because it’s not for want of writing. I assure you on my end there are pages upon pages of musings, tidbits, witty anecdotes and the like that would no doubt keep you entertained for minutes on end. It’s just that none of it’s any good. That’s not to say it’s bad… it’s just that I seem to be stuck in an endless cycle of editing and re-editing until I’m convinced you all will be as bored as I am with them the hundredth time round.
A deadline would be nice. Then at least I could feel compelled to feel guilty for missing them if nothing else.
I am so very sorry about all this.