No, I really do write a lot more often than it might appear. But most of the time it is in other places. I've been writing since I was a child and old enough to pick up a crayon. I even wrote once on the wall of my bedroom, but my mother put paid to any graffitti aspirations I might have had with a sharp clip to the ear with a bottle of Jif. I spent a very long afternoon removing the crayon from the wall and never did the like again. But I kept writing, on paper and then on computer. I couldn't stop then and I can't now. Even on the days when I retch with writer's block, I still write.
I've had a lot of stuff published, mainly in a former life when I wrote specialist stuff for tiny audiences in ivory towers. I gave myself an ulcer trying to get into print, working long hours trying to satisfy 'the academy'. Until I had an epiphany. I was being 'trained' to use a new library archiving thingamjig and picked a journal in which I was desparate to get published. I downloaded the edition from around the time I was born and there they were -- pages and pages of blood, sweat, cat-fighting and tears, in the form of scholarly articles. None of which anyone had read in 30 years and which probably only a handlful of people had ever seen.
And there and then I decided I wouldn't be expending any more time on that sort of thing. So now I write travel pieces, articles about antiques and reports about the paranormal. Oh, and these blogs. Do let me know what you think.
