Pathetic Apathetic

*Sigh* I know I've sorely neglected this poor little blog, and I'm sincerely regretful.

It's not that my fondness for blogging has diminished, more that my occupation with real life has grown. Of course, in the hands of someone more capable, my paid and unpaid employment and decidedly non-cyber hobbies would pose no barrier to regular blogging, but in truth I haven't the heart for it. Oh, I'll begin composing blog entries in my head, flattering myself that someone among my kind readers or poor lost internet wanderers cares to read my latest whinge, but these days the whole process of drafting, redrafting, editing and publishing all seems too laborious.

As eye-rollingly wannabe-tortured-writer as it sounds, I think NaNoWriMo has ruined me for creative writing, for now at least. I know everyone's NaNo novel is supposed to suck, but I'm pretty sure no contestant who entertains hopes of a career in writing ever produced anything as cringingly woeful as my particular bucket load of crap.

I can't bring myself to lay bare the shocking revelations of last November's novel experiment just yet. In the meantime, I will resign myself to writing reports on bratwurst and delicatessen statistics in my capacity as lowly minion at the Department of Meat Products. You, Dear Reader, must content yourself with reading the millions of other blogs which are better written and more entertaining than mine.

Until my reserves of self-delusion replenish themselves, au revoir!