I have to write

Save for Tumblr and a bit of Instagram, I’m pretty much done with social media.

All I can say is that it was a distraction, an addiction that I wish I’d disseminated, dissected and dealt with a lot, lot sooner.

There tis — as we say in these Devon parts.

It’s my issue and no one else’s.

You’d think it would have freed up more time but sadly the void (if I can call it that) has been back-filled with work. The I’ve-got-too-much-on-my-plate variety brought about by a lack of (not on my part) business continuity, which is parlance for saying that whoever created the myth of service should have worked out that absent the people who provide ‘it’, you don’t have a business or not one that will survive for very long.

And so I’ve been back to my old ways; namely, putting in 7-day weeks, long days and staying awake at night thinking about all the things I need to do or haven’t done.

I’ll get through this malaise, that or it will flay me to the point where, as before, I’ll pull the pin.

But I’d be lying if I didn’t admit (and I’ve said this many times) that I’ve no desire to replace one job with another job. There have been no green, sunlit uplands in my peripatetic career; it’s been all the same.

Still, I’m here.

Still alive.

Still writing.

And still with a bit of give-a-shit left in my soul.

And so there’s always tomorrow.

Always tomorrow.

Blessings, Julian