For the last couple of months, I’ve been wanting to post a blog post again. But one thing or another has stopped me: I can’t find the time; I can’t find the words; I can’t find the motivation. All that aside, I’m here just to let you know I’m going to be back, with a vengeance.
For almost exactly two years now, I’ve been contemplating a deceptively simple question: “Why do you call yourself ‘Nitemice’? Why don’t you use your real name?” I was asked these questions by a person I met at a party once, when I told them about my blog. And I couldn’t give them an answer. But after two years, almost to the day, of consideration and ponderment, I finally have an answer for them. Continue Reading
For the last few years around Australia Day, I’ve liked writing something a bit sentimental and it was Australia Day a few days ago, so here’s what I have this year.
Late last year, I was in a bit of a state of despair. I was feeling run down, under a bit of (somewhat self-inflicted) pressure at work, and just generally unhappy. So I did the one thing I knew would bring me back to life: I reached out to a friend.
Another weird, abstracted image of my beard.
If you’ve read my 2013 blog ‘Why did you grow a beard?’, you’ll know that 30 months ago, after only six months of growth, I got this close || to shaving my beard all off. And yet, somehow, here I sit telling you that, miraculously I have reached my three-year beard-iversary (beard anniversary). So how the heck did it happen? Continue Reading
Brassy Blue Sax
by Nitemice on deviantART
⇈This actually is mine. Click on the picture to go to the source.⇈
If I’m being perfectly honest, I haven’t played saxophone in over a year. Or at least, that was the case until a few weeks ago.
If you’ve ever encountered an issue that has had you in a tailspin for ages, only to find that the solution was something you never would have guessed, then maybe you’ve been looking at the problem wrong. Maybe, the problem isn’t the problem at all…
As I write this now, I’m already keenly aware that the number of people who will read this is going to be tiny. Much less even is the number of people who will actually read this post all the way to the end. And yet, I’m somehow not deterred. I’m still determined to post. So why do I even bother?