I was getting into the swing of it again for a little bit. Not long enough, but a little bit. Then my son had his first birthday. The days were full of all sorts of things, like visitors, cake, parties, duck watching outings, fingers in jelly… All very necessary and correct, but distracting, and I hadn’t made this writing habit enough of a habit before I was pulled in this other direction. It’s necessary sometimes, to be present in your life, and be a witness to the big moments. And afterwards it can be good to resume normality, and pick up whatever batons you may have dropped.

Here we go again.

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