Where’ve you been? I hear you ask.

Well.

For lack of a simple response, let’s just say I’ve been elbows-deep in plumbing fixtures, wood stain, boxed pasta meals, and the funk of my own melancholy.

I realize, as a semi-serious blogger, that I’m supposed to be meticulously recording my daily actions, organizing the resulting mixed media, and assembling it all into some witty and coherent piece of informative evidence here on this blog.

And I have been.  Recording it, that is.  It’s just that whole organizing and writing part that seems to petrify me into paralysis these days.

Instead, I distract myself by taking photos of my dogs, my wine, or my food (when it doesn’t happen to involve shell shaped pasta or processed cheese) and posting them on Facebook or Instagram in the vain attempt to gain some kind of social media validation that the way I’m living my life these days is, in fact, worth while.

Suffice to say, I haven’t exactly embraced the pseudo-single life.

Though it has, despite my best intentions, managed to embrace me.  In a crazy, cyclic carousel of ups and downs.  Motivation and melancholy.  Like the San Andreas Fault, I appear to lie dormant for a time, building up my energy, storing up my drive, and then I release it all at once in this impressive display of calamitous frenzy.

Frankly, it’s exhausting.

Both physically and emotionally.

But I do have ideas.

Lots of ideas.

They’re scattered about on yellow sticky notes and inside notebooks and on pieces of scrap paper everywhere.  The key, I’ve discovered, is going to be learning how to write at night, when I have the most time.  When I don’t have to be to work in 45 minutes.  When, unfortunately, my flow of motivational steam has been fully depressurized by the soul-sucking realities of spending my days as an almost-30-year-old assistant.

But I’ll get there.

All I ask is that you stick with me.

It’s a process, you know.

But we’ll get through it together.

In the meantime, just take a gander at how I currently spend my evenings.

I think you’ll find that a little time spent on… I don’t know… intellectual pursuits wouldn’t hurt me.

Not one little bit.