Let Me Explain...

No, there is too much. Let me sum up:

So, I didn’t win NaNoWriMo this year. It was always going to be a struggle, what with no plot and no unexpected inspiration. Still, I tried to cobble together the hastily-gathered scraps of derivative storyline and clichéd characters into something that could pass for a 50,000 word novel, until it became all too much like hard work, and I was terribly behind on my daily word count, and then…

Mr. Lonie’s dad died. Yes, died. He survived heavy smoking, heavy drinking, Maralinga and Vietnam for 77 years, but the reaper finally caught up with him. I’m not going to be hypocritical and pretend I’m heartbroken, but despite our lack of affection for each other, he was never unkind to me, so that’s something to be grateful for. His death had been coming on for a while – it was just an unfortunate coincidence it happened early in the morning of my very important job interview…

Which, despite being dog-tired from the strains of death-watch and subsequent death, I apparently did really well at, and got the job! Hello, extra $36.00 a fortnight! Woohoo! Now, flush with my new riches, I’ve pretty much decided that…

I will go on official blogging hiatus. An indefinite sabbatical, if you will. It’s not that I don’t have anything more to say, I just don’t have the time or the energy to say it right now (I’m too busy contending for the title of Worst Mother of the Year again. These awards don’t win themselves! There’s screaming to be done! Tempers to be lost! Bad examples to be set!) Anyway, as Mutley delights in reminding me, you, Dear Reader, are not really here reading these words, but are just a fond imagining of my deluded brain. So, you won’t mind if I effect my cunning plan, which involves going away, writing hundreds of posts, then returning to blogging and posting one every single day, thereby pretending I’m a conscientious blogger. So…

Goodbyeeeeeeee!