And now I have about 20 things I want to write about but now I've gone and lost my audience and any repore I had built. I have trashed all expectations of a blog per week, I have let you down and I am sorry!!
Especially since it was my true entre' to life online; I can't do f/book, I am completely slack on tweets although many thanks to all those who are active, I do enjoy it, for those more old skool I am a pretty responsive emailer.
Hmmmm... I won't despair and relegate myself to finding a Scandanavian pen-pal who wants to practice their already near perfect English and shares blow by blow accounts of chipping snow and ice from car windows and politely tells me of their dog's well-being. I will just push on through, call it a creative hiatus and promise the following:
- Darwin rednecks rage
- The 'new' phenomenon of nothing new
- How we're hangin' post Fed Election
- Colin Barnett turns back his big white clock about 220 years
in a relatively short- but not too ridiculous so you think i am obsessing over my own blog - timeframe.