What we have here is a failure to communicate

Sometimes writing is hard. Yes, it’s a cliché, but when I first began a blog back in 2007 I probably had a lot more free time than I do now (and certainly less than I had during the height of the recession), and as such I’ve been a little bit lax of late about writing anything about anything for here. It hasn’t helped that I created a bit of an albatross for myself with The 37 in that I was determined to finish it but then lost a little of the impetus to do so once I’d progressed beyond the seventies and eighties (a time which I admit I’m far more interest in the films of, although I admit that the general standard of filmmaking – if not the willingness to experiment – has gotten better) it sometimes felt difficult to even find a film that I was eager to write about. Because I wanted to get it finished, I felt I couldn’t write about anything else in the meantime and…

I have of course been writing in the period since my last post, but it’s generally been long, legally detailed letters on contractual issues so I’m not going to publish those because a) they’re as dull as dishwater unless you’re into that sort of thing, b) sort of confidential! Work has continued to increase in the office, but I’ve not really got anything to get my teeth into at the moment so nothing is really getting the creative juices going in a way that encourages me to write about anything else – a flimsy excuse (I should try to write to buck the trend or at least try to do something creative) but the only one I’ve got. Sometimes you need to be able to get your teeth into something in order to have the enthusiasm to write about it.

I’m going to try and update this a bit more than I have recently, although I’m not expecting to be able to quite drag up the enthusiasm to write on a daily basis (or even every other day) like I once did. Things may change, but unless I have some sort of epiphany in the next week it may be a while before anything approaching a regular service resumes.