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| Not the person from Porlock |
The great thing about a blog is that I can write a post about how difficult it is for me to find the time to write a post. Next week, expect a post about how I can't find the time to write about how I can't find the time to write anything. This could be an on going series that only ends with the exhaustion of writer and reader (if there's any left0, as I spiral down into a wormhole of insanity. Yet again I'm not finding the time to finish part two of the cliff-hanging serial, chasing revolution, though I'm almost there. Been mainly writing it during the odd quiet moment at work. The problem isn't just the time, or being visited by someone from Porlock, I'm being unusually picky about how it reads for some reason, rather than just banging it out as I'd normally do.
