Second wind....well 42nd maybe

I've started writing content for a local not for profit community project - Newport City Radio. They do fantastic things as an interactive independent community radio broadcasting online. They also have a stonker of a website which gives volunteers a chance to blog about anything and everything.

I'm hoping that this is a new start, a bit of a catalyst to spur me on to writing regularly. When I have someone else to answer to maybe it will feel more pressing. I'm hoping to get my skills and my confidence back and start writing for myself again.

My first 'toe-dip' can be found here where I briefly speculate over what will happen in tonight's final episode of season 7 of Game of Thrones.

Ta peeps.

Barren Land

Yeah, That garden didn't grow so well did it...?

2 years nearly. 2 years of silence.
2 years of only ever typing 140 characters,
or emails,
or heated comments on Facebook to other heated individuals where neither party has any hope of changing the mind of the other yet they continue to waste time and energy finding grammar errors in order to detract from each others arguments and make someone feel somehow lesser.

2 years of losing myself. of forgetting myself. of existing. shell like.

I've really lost all sense of who I am.

Work has carried on; I got a new job after the threat of redundancy and I am enjoying the new challenges and the new things I'm learning. But I'm tired. 2 kids at home and a husband who works 70 miles away is really taking it's toll. I can't stop working, largely due to the monumental cock up that is our finances. I need to work. But in amongst juggling school drop-offs, nursery, food shopping, cleaning a perpetually dirty house and sleeping I need to find myself again. These things are necessary but I'm drowning.

So, different journey - same destination.
Writing is therapy.
So let's write.....