Wouldn’t you know…

A great weekend of inspiration and brain tweaking.  Followed by a week of slog.  How unfair is this.

I swear that the writing universe takes perverse pleasure in showing me the shiny, brass ring then laughs in my face.   How do you ask?

My desire to write cup gets filled by a great experience, and then my time gets sucked up by work.


That doesn’t mean the wheels aren’t turning, I’m just having a hard time finding a few minutes to capture the input.  Of course, there’s smoke and the smell of burning oil.  Who said writing was painless?


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