When you’re racing with the clock
When you’re racing with the clock
And the second hand doesn’t understand
That your back may break
And your fingers ache
And your constitution isn’t made of rock
It’s a losing race when you’re racing with the
Racing racing racing with the clock
I know that some will have been wondering what has been causing my near radio silence this season; but the simple truth is this: work has kept me too busy to write, and there has been little to write about.
The temperature in this area of the world sadly pens me mostly indoors (me and heat are a very bad combination), so the majority of my port days are spent curled up with a book or watching the meditative flicker of a needle pulling coloured thread through cloth (I have made so much progress this season!). And as for my work days? Well, the time that I get to sit down is rare, except for a few blessed hours in the evening that I carve out for myself.
Busy , busy busy!
But not unhappy! Just…a little over run.
It’s also worth noting that March is looming in front of us, and with March comes the ever-regular mid-season slump when things sometimes start going a little strange around here…
In short: I do apologise for the silence; and I promise once I stop juggling books, sewing needles, broken computers, prize vouchers and book club guides, I will get back to writing.
In the meantime, I truly hope you are all well, and wish you – as always – fair winds and following seas.