Want to write, can't write, what to write

 I've written 28 posts this year. Only 28 posts. This has to be my lowest count - or close to - in the 17 years that I've been writing this blog. 

I want to write. 

It isn't that I don't have anything to say. I do. 

I think of topics to write about daily from observations and conversations. I just don't get to them and the topics flutter away like migrating butterflies. Topics in my head today are replaced by those that arise tomorrow and, if I remember what I thought of the day before, the themes later can seem unnecessary. I sometimes write them down but then the pages of my diary turn to the next day and the next and the thoughts are left behind.

In July, I touched on the legal issues that I've been dealing with. What was two weeks of documents, printing, attorneys and communications has now been eight weeks of the same. 

I have done a lot of writing. A serious amount. Affidavits, backgrounds, briefs and updates. It has been stressful and distressing, draining and exhausting, and yet it has also been interesting, challenging and exciting.

I have learned about Interpleader Summons, Return of Service, Vendue Roll, sheriffs, auctions, warrants and High Court applications. I also know how good it feels to win with costs (twice); something akin to winning at a casino, I presume. I've also learned about greed and the deceitful games that are played. And, I've learned about attorney fees.

We go to court on Tuesday to defend our claim to our assets - moulds, fittings, graphics and stock.

This has been all-consuming and I haven't been able to focus on much else. 

This situation will make for a good novella. 

Despite struggling to face each new day - uncertain of what new drama it may deliver, I have made it through one day at a time. This has been like running an ultra where each kilometer completed gets you closer to the finish line. I have also made a number of major decisions, spent time on trails with my dogs, found mushrooms, completed some woodwork projects, finished a book or two, and I have processed many kilograms of guavas from the tree in my garden. Life goes on.

I've now written 29 posts this year.