The silent minority

I'd just like to clear something up.

 I acknowledge I've been quieter than usual where my online presence is concerned.

 No, I'm not dead, and no I haven't faded into obscurity - if you thought (hoped) that, then 2019 is not going to be your year.

 But as it seems to be important to some, here's the lowdown on why I might be quiet... 

 I'm thinking...

 If you think I talk a lot, well I think even more. A lot of my thinking is about my work, creative cylinders firing constantly. Most of my thinking is about my loved ones, particularly my girls. Some time is spent redesigning my kitchen. Some is spent plotting ðŸ˜Œ.

 I'm ill...

On this occasion, I've had the annual Christmas bug. It's week 4. I missed Christmas - basically I served up dinner for everyone and went back to bed, surfacing occasionally for medication or help over the next four days. The girls spent whole mornings during their school holiday making lurid green slime - I simply blew my nose. 

 I'm busy...

 While I'm writing for other people, I'm not writing for me. But then writing begets writing, so WTAF.

 Attention...

 If I can’t give you my full attention, depending on what shit's going down at home, I’m going to need to reschedule until I can. Unsupervised, the minis have cut hair (their own and each others'), redecorated their bedroom with lipgloss and/or nail varnish/felt tip/crayons, scalped more dolls than I can recall and left tiny Banksyesque murals in obscure and obvious places. We are putting washable paint through its paces.

I forgot...

 I attempt to multitask, I am always tired, I’m invariably late and I forget stuff. For this I will always apologise.

It’s nothing personal. Unless I’ve maintained radio silence. Then it probably is. 

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