Normally around this time of year, I find myself noting that, as usual, April sucks. Then I bring T.S. Eliot into it for good literary measure. This year, my distinct lack of bloggage has also meant a distinct lack of complaining about April. This brings to mind a couple of questions:
1. Was this April any better than your (and by that I mean "my") typical April?
2. What is up with my distinct lack of bloggage?
Tough questions, those. Let's start with April. I guess it was better than a lot of Aprils in that it Didn't Suck. But, like all my other 2011 days, it has just gone by far too fast! In a blur! And I totally don't have time to enjoy and/or contemplate my days right now. I hate that I don't have that time. I'm big on the enjoying and contemplating.
Of course, it has been a very springy spring of an April, and I still hate spring, with all its unsettled manic-depressive weather careening back and forth between cold and not cold. But I haven't really had time to contemplate that, either.
It is perhaps this not-having-time-to-think thing that is behind my distinct lack of bloggage, to answer question #2. They say that no man can serve two masters, but I feel like I'm serving three. Unfortunately, I can't really explain all the details for public interwebs consumption, but let's just say that I'm working full-time while also working on another project in my spare time while also having a fair amount of time taken up by another ongoing project. It makes me seriously, deeply, intensely want to have ONE full-time gig and to have that one full-time gig be my creative writing pursuits. Alas and alack.
I'm pretty sure that's what's behind the restless unsettledness. Bring on summer - it's better for my mind. Spring irritates me. Then I can at least hope for some summery life contemplation.