Benign Indifference

As I suspected. It is true. I do not make time for myself and my writing when I am working. I rest. I idle myself. And yet I also work and I need to escape for a while from the introverted thinking necessary both for work and for writing. I wonder if I will find a way to break this habit and to reap the reward I gain from writing everyday.

I support a Community Health Service with administrative and coordination work a few days each week. Perhaps I will experiment with writing even when working a full day and see what emerges. However short a piece.

I notice how I need to explain my absence to you. I imagine this may be the trait of a ‘should’ ridden brain, a nudge from my introjections. I imagine too this may be the thoughts of a rookie web logger.

I am travelling to Bruges for three days of immersion in European Flemish culture. Eurostar tearing through flat farmland out of my window soaked in rain set for winter. Will Bruges be Christmas market-tastic? You know it will be. I honestly expect to be cornered by a hundred Andre Reiu mullet bearing violin waving new right Geert Wilders supporters flashing satin ruched smiles and shouting go home Johnny Foreigner. Wish me luck.