Proven right. Horribly, horribly right.

So way back when I started this thing, I used the word "foolishly" to describe my aspirations of finding 15 minutes each day in which to write.

I was right.

Since then, I spent months in the stay-at-home-dad role, and as winter rolled on, and Thomas remained a baby (read: unable to do much, especially outside in the cold) I started to feel the onset of cabin fever. I got a job doing freelance writing for a small weekly newspaper about an hour away from Pembroke, located in Barry's Bay, Ontario, cleverly called Barry's Bay This Week.

Since then, the staff reporter was the latest victim in a series of staff cutbacks and corresponding workload increases, and quit, leaving a full-time reporter position available, which I applied for, and got.

So that's been me, since January, 2010. I do a fair bit (a lot) of writing these days, among the other jobs that I do, but the type of writing that I originally meant still seems to elude me.

I'm going to take another kick at this particular cat, and try again with the blog thing. I don't know why I can't stay away from it, but I just can't. It's a sickness, I know, but there it is. There will be no deadlines or timetables this time around, however. There will be no overarching theme or unifying trend in the posts. They will simply be written when I get a chance and the urge.

Nobody reads any of this anyway, but the catharsis is impressive.