I think it's time we part. My long radio silence has had one root: lack of progress on the master's. As I suspected when I started blogging, it is difficult to keep saying: I've made no progress. The time of silence has also taught me something important - it sometimes helps to just stop and rest. Your brain will start offering you small gifts of remembrance. As far as my master's was concerned, I'd forgotten a small, niggly detail. It came back when I started to relax and started getting well again (will blog more about that later). I remembered the day I stopped working on my master's. It was about three years ago.
I remember enjoying my topic. I was sitting in front of my old PC in my room that overlooked the garden. My phone rang. The call came from my father's phone. At the time, I thought he was trying to call me. He had a habit of upsetting me to the point where I'd get in bed and wait for the waves of nausea to subside so I could get on with my life. The life I'd refused to let them ruin. (Like everyone else, I have my sad story.) I didn't know at the time that he would never call me again. I ignored a few calls that morning, including one from my eldest half-brother. I assumed that there was some kind of family fight, after all, that's the only time when more than one of the Steyns would call me. I only heard that my father had died after my mother answered the house phone. She told me he died while I was trying to write about comedy. I just couldn't bring myself to write again.
Perhaps, one day, I'll find a new topic. For now, I'm living my life.
PS. Got my licence, still losing weight and getting fit.