and I wrote

I have no clue as to what’s kept me off writing for so long. I kept repeating some lame excuses to people who bothered to ask me about my blog. Some of them to do with toop much work, some of them do to with too little time, most of them to do with marriage. ‘I’m married. Now things are different.’ How different? Nobody bothered to ask. Why will they? Most everybody I know is content with a reason. Nobody wants to get into the dirty business of meddling into others business. A good thing I must say. I wouldn’t want to be bugged with, ‘But you need to make time for things you like Divya (have I used my name before?) and ‘Don’t let marriage bog you down. You go and write that book you’ve been wanting to pen.’ Considering I already have people to get my yet-unwritten book published, wonder what am I waiting for. Different issue that the selfless blokes have already claimed half of the royalty I get for the yet-unwritten book.

I wish just for once, only one time, I could stick to the thought I start off with. All I wanted to say to the little few who still glance through Processing Thoughts, was that the excuses were just that, excuses. There wasn’t an iota of fact in it. Are you saying that inane transcribing of videos (that thing I do that pays for my ginger tea) will keep from writing disconnected thoughts? Puhleasee! And I’m too much of an arrogant bitch to admit that a ‘husband’ can keep me from shooting my hands off. Especially a husband as paavam (or disinterested (10 months and I haven’t yet figured it out)) as mine.

I’ve managed two paragraphs. I’m sure I can take it up from here. Soon. I just hope the power cut doesn’t get in the way.