Roughly 3 weeks to a month ago, I confirmed I was coming back to writing for good. At this time, all I knew was how much I wanted to start again. But I’d made a promise without paying thought to how I would keep it. Unsurprisingly, I have not uttered a word since. It’s not laziness that’s been the issue. There simply hasn’t been anything I’ve felt strongly impulsed to talk about— at least, not for more than an hour at once. What’s more, I refuse(d) to return half-heartedly. Fortunately – or unfortunately, as the case appears – life happens…