The prodigal self returns?

It's been 9 months since I've started at this job.

When I say this job, I'm not talking about what I'm doing here, typing words in what I sincerely hope is some semblance of coherence, but my actual job... where I type words in what I sincerely hope is some semblance of coherence.

But that's not completely accurate, in much the same way as a drunk man isn't completely accurate - as many pub washroom floors attest.

Writing used to be a very small part of my work, and now it's even smaller.

And that's why I've decided to start writing again in this space - for a life without regular creative endeavour surely is a life devoid of meaning.

We shall see, then, if this amounts to anything.