I haven’t been able to write in a while, I’d say since last weekend. Actually, I know it was last weekend, because I have a calendar and a calculator (although I don’t see the point of having that calculator right now). And I know exactly what I was doing when I wrote that post (which, incidentally, was about writing, because I’m quite obviously anal): I was slowly waking up in a cottage house in the suburbs of Lille (an easy place to find yourself in — from Lille — since the city itself is deceptively small) that a bunch of friends and us had rented for a weekend getaway. I didn’t choose the location: it just happened to be the most central spot for the whole group (we had an international bunch: some people came all the way from Belgium).
What happened since then, I hear you ask through the screen (in delay, since I wrote this before you had a chance to read it, sort of the principle of the art form since Guttenberg and/or the scribes)? Well, let me tell you: I had a good excuse not to write — in my opinion. And that excuse was… work. I know, I know, it’s been occasionally coming up as of late (although almost never before that), but that one’s real. It’s not the first (nor probably the last) time I get to witness it, but it’s fun (to some extent): the serendipitous nature of events, more to the point the serendipitous nature of event concentration.
I finished a work project a couple of months ago and spent the following weeks back at Starbucks with Youtube on my laptop and Instagram on my phone, as one does. Then, one evening, as I was talking to a friend who’s got his own company, we got to discussing his current marketing needs. A couple of days later, I was in his office talking about website redesign (among half a dozen topics: the man doesn’t like to lose time). The next day, another friend called me up to tell me he might have a project for me and wanted to know if I was free. I answered honestly — kinda.
That second project did start soon after and I thus found myself in that interesting position of switching from project A to project B whenever I felt a little tired. Sometimes falling all the way down to project C, as in Colbert Late show videos on Youtube (you just gotta right now: I mean, Mueller report, really?). Then, I sent a text message to the guy who had contacted me for that first project back in January, you know, back when we were young. And he asked what my availabilities were.
I’m not complaining: I sent the text. Also, it’s actually not such a bad thing to stay away from the news these days. I mean, come on, no collusion?!