Damn Christmas is so freaking exhausting. I’m shattered.

Oh! Today, randomly, I discovered my old blog. Well, one of them, anyway. I have now migrated it over here.

Just need to find some time to fix up the linking and images. But it was fun to read some of that old stuff!

Gave up on trying to document the Lego Advent calendars. Had a couple of busy days and then forgot.

Maybe next year.

Hilariously just woke myself from an afternoon nap with a loud snore.

No wonder I’m tired.

Oops. Yesterday I forgot to post pics of the Lego Advent calendars. Partially because I was so disappointed with the Guardians set – it was another day of nothing. Just a box of random nothing. Fortunately, Star Wars kept me keen with what I now know is the Bad Batch’s shuttle, the … read more

Yesterday I started doing something that ended up taking me all of yesterday and most of today.

It meant I didn’t really relax or doing anything fun. Going to have to make up for that tomorrow.

See, this is the kind of thing that just makes me appreciate Lego even more.

The Complete, Surprising Eight Year History Of LEGO’s Poop Piece feeds.gizmodo.com.au/~/7210737…

Yesterday I was feeling inspired and bought a nice roast lamb for tonight’s dinner. Today though, I have very little motivation to actually cook it up. 

But I have kids to feed, so off to the kitchen I go.

I went to the shops for the first time in ages today, and I think I inadvertently made an emotional commitment to buying a new Sonos Arc soundbar.

I’ve decided I need to do more writing for myself and my own pleasure. This little blog is a key part of that plan, but most days I find myself lost for ideas.

So a question: What is your writing ritual? What do you do to help you commit to composing prose regularly?

I didn’t even realise I had a shallow graze along the side of my thumb until I applied the hand sanitiser.

Then I knew. Oh, how I knew.

Yesterday was such a big day I’ve been little more than a vegetable today, lounging around without any energy. I would have loved to put Saturday on repeat, but I just don’t have it in me.

I used to think I would one day write a great novel, but these days I feel I’m probably not creative enough.

Then again, maybe that’s the burnout talking. Who knows what the coming years will bring?

Years ago I went on a tour of the Bundaberg Rum distillery. I came home with this barrel full of rum, but it was all absorbed into the wood or evaporated before I could drink it.

Now the barrel sits on a shelf drying out, unused.

Still looks good though.

This morning I woke to a complete blackout. No power at all. The kids couldn’t cook toast. My espresso machine was useless. My wife had to boil water in a saucepan on the gas stove to have her cup of tea. It wasn’t just us, either. The entire street was without electricity. Turns out … read more

I do not have the mental capacity today to try and find a creative way to include the word aluminium in a post. So you get this fairly lazy attempt instead.

I happily left Facebook and Instagram years ago. I want to leave Twitter too, but I just can’t stop myself from opening up that horrendous bird app to watch the implosion.

One of the recurring themes of this little writing experiment so far has been my coming to terms with my life as it is versus my life as I thought it might be. Or, put another way, I’ve been trying to answer the question: “Why have I been feeling like crap for so long? Is it the fact I’ve hit middle … read more

I’d consider becoming a politician if I could become the minister for self-doubt and procrastination. You’ve got to play to your strengths, right?