My excuses for the silence.
THE white peach and amaretto cheesecake.
Well, hello there.
It’s been a whole twelve days without posting anything. For those of you who had one less thing to waste their time with: Lucky the Oscars have been there to fill the void. For those of you who hadn’t noticed: It’s not being taken personally. For those of you who are wondering about the cheesecake: We are kindred spirits.
“Well, where have you been then, Alex?” I hear you inquire.
You, my darling, are full of good questions. I’ve been:
- Flying long-haul surrounded by seven (crying) babies.
- Watching crappy movies whilst flying long-haul to drown out the sound of the aforementioned babies.
- Getting myself quasi-organised for uni.
- Going to uni.
- Bludging uni.
- Coughing. A lot of coughing.
- Eating that cheesecake… and chocolate… and other awesome sugary stuff.
So, I’ve been somewhat busy. Well, sort of.
Now, here’s the part where you guess that I’m about to say “and this, cherubs, is why I haven’t had time to blog over the past nearly two weeks.”
Ahh not quite. This is actually the part where I tell you that I’ve been blogging a lot.
Well, ok. Perhaps there isn’t any evidence of this fact, but trust me – I’ve been typing. In fact, I have quite a few posts which are sitting there, more or less ready to go. It’s like they’re all just elegantly reclining in the Qantas first class lounge at Sydney International Airport, sipping on champagne and enjoying the free fine-dining; relishing it all whilst they can before Qantas’ imminent self-combustion.
Actually, I’ve kept these posts in the metaphoric airport lounge because neither they or I are quite ready.
Firstly, although these draft posts are 95% complete they still need some restructuring and refinement. Then in terms of me not being ready, it’s a matter of timing. See, when I type here it’s actually with a compulsion of sorts. I just need to get whatever it is that I’m saying or feeling out of my system. There is definitely an element of catharsis to the whole thing. And when it comes to pressing “publish”, I like to be feeling what I’m describing in that post – or at least being vaguely in the mindset I’m describing; I want to feel an emotional connection with the post’s content, rather than distancing myself from it.
I’m not really sure whether that last bit made any sense. Basically, I don’t want to force myself to post content; I want to publish posts because I have a genuine desire to do so. I think that as soon as I begin making myself post pieces that the essence of this blog will shift slightly. And, at the moment, I don’t want to shift it. I like it just the way it is.
Anyway. Who am I to deny anyone their free champagne?
In the meantime, thank you for your patience.