So, what happened? Life. Life happened.
Finding time to write has always been an issue for me, doubly so when I'm holding down another job. One of my mixed blessing traits is that when I have a job (of any kind) I throw myself into it. I refuse to do even a part time gig in a half assed way. The problem I have always had is that if I throw myself into one thing, another part of my life invariably suffers.
This is very much what happened to me towards the end of college. I got my job at Steamboat, and started ignoring all the effort I should have been putting into school, and as a result, didn't graduate. Right now, it's my writing that's suffering because keeping a roof over my family's head is more important. I know that if I could throw myself into my writing career, I might be able to make it a viable revenue stream, but taking care of the wife and kids is proving to be as challenging as any job. My time is split three ways, and my pride won't let me slack on at least two.
It's all very very frustrating.
Picking up this blog again is a good start. We'll see how long it lasts.