(No, not *that* thing, dammit - get your mind outta the gutter!) What I mean is that, like it or not, with or without qualifications and in spite of myself, writing is what I do. From the snappy one-liners that never actually leave my head or the blog posts I don't get around to putting down to that stupid damned book that's scattered all over the various notebooks and diaries and scraps of paper that have shifted and moved along with the rest of my life over the years, words are my "thing".
I've tried to ignore it, shut it out, give it up for a bad joke - gods know, I've even sabotaged myself when the opportunities afforded me in good faith have started to look as though they might actually develop into something like a career...
And still, when the chips are down and there's nothing else to hide behind, I write. Because when I don't write, I hate myself more than I hate myself when I'm only writing the "SFW" version of the truth as I know it.
So, basically, what I'm getting at is that the blog stays.
