I can do this.

Every time I came to start my blog over, I liked to think it was the last incarnation I would ever have to imagine. That I had things perfect from the outset. However, it never was. Days went by where I would find myself scratching my head, worrying about a posts that had not been written yet because I did not have a subject I wanted to tackle. What’s more, nobody else I knew seemed to have any worries about what they’d write. They simply sat down and did it.

I would love to put my cotton headedness down to life or fatherhood or to the endless, yet simple, preoccupation of fixing everything my four-year-old daughter managed to break, and go on to tell you that listening to her claims that such breakages were not her fault in the first place had thrown me off track. But, alas, it wasn't  The blunder, I realised, lie in taking all I’d read about blogging far too literally.

Write about what you know, they said, maintain a topic and run with it, they said, and, eventually, you will find your audience ... they said. Oh, I said.

By the time I realised I had little to say on my chosen subject – which, even now, I cannot fully remember – the page became a random patchwork of who-the-hell-really-cares. Sure, I had the occasional page hit reach double figures, but I offered nothing of consequential interest.

Now, of course, as the third incarnation unrolls, I plan to offer myself a liberation I had previously never allowed myself to indulge in. I’ll mix my creative life and my living life in one constant flow. I now know what I want to do, how I plan on doing it. So, with a pinch of Lady Luck, I may actually maintain this blog without finding my finger, or the inner critic, telling me to hit the delete button. Time will tell.