It's easy to forget.

You have to write a diary every day I thought. It's the only way you'll get back into practice at it I thought. Doesn't matter if nothing happens, or if it's only a few sentences, just have some discipline about it.

So, a month of nothing, I'm ever so proud. 

I've had loads of thoughts as well. Loads of them. Obviously I've forgotten them all now, but some of them were almost interesting, I can assure you that.

At least stuff has been done, there was a music festival, and a home town gig, then the band split up. I guess I really should have written a long and sentimental blog about letting go of something that has been a focus of your life for 5 years. That's longer than my longest relationship and I could fill all the paper in Office World (it will never be Staples) about that little nugget of experience. But, as with when most things end, I'd let go of the band long before it let go of me, so it went with a whimper and not a bang.

Then there was Edinburgh and the Fringe. So I got to spend a week standing on the patch of this planet where I feel most comfortable, and romanticised the everyday sentences in my head. I also watched a stand up comedy show on top of an extinct volcano, take that bingo card of life!

And now we're in the busiest time of my year, so it stands to reason I start blogging again, the 4 weeks that determine the path my next 9 months will take. Let's see what happens.