Dusting myself off

This last week I had to write something.

It wasn't something long.  It wasn't something creative.  I fact, it was just pretty dry regurgitation of some number crunching.  You know, a few p values, a little M&M (Materials and Methods).  Yeah, I had to write and abstract.

It was hard.  Really hard.  Fortunately, it turned out well and I was able to submit it.  But it was a moment of realization.

I realized that, just as with anything else in life, if you don't do something, if you get out of practice, it becomes tough when the heat is on.  Something which had previously been pretty easy for me, writing, was suddenly really tough.  Now, some of that was due to the nature of the project, the need to be technical, precise and concise (after all, I do tend to be verbose). 

But a lot was due to the simple fact I haven't been writing anything with regularity.  I hope to rectify that. 

Writings are hard!

As my second daughter would say: "Oh brilliant."

Not even a full week in to my "experiment" to blog daily, I miss a freaking day.  And it wasn't even as if I was too busy.  I just forgot.  Now granted, I was spending the day getting 60+ GB of music tagged appropriately so iTunes (oh how I hate you!) wouldn't choke on it.  Then again, my iTunes hate is a full blog article on its own.

Nevertheless, here it is, Monday morning, and I realized no blog article on Sunday.  Curses, curses, curses, I've been foiled again.

So how about two today?  Maybe?  I'll see if I am struck with inspiration sufficient to produce another article.  Yes, that means this one counts.  It's an article, right?  Ya wanna fight me about it?  I didn't think so.  I tell ya, some day, writings are hard.