So the boss said to me,
"Tricks old son, you may have a job to hold down, a family to support, half a dozen stories still to finish and a house that's falling down around your ears, but what you really need to do is get yourself a blog. That way you can stop wasting time worrying about all those things and instead tell everyone else about them. Then they can worry about them instead and you can get on with the important things in life.
That was of course a low blow. The boss knows all my deepest darkest secrets and he especially knows my uncontrollable weakness for the old apple brandy.
So the job can wait, the family can starve, the stories drift away into the aether and the house can continue its centuries long collapse back into the earth from whence it sprung.
I have a new obsession now... and an old one.
Pass me the bottle someone.