Well, that's not really true. The skies were blue when I rose this morning; at the moment the west is full of fluffy whites.
I am working on chapter 6 of Das Book – too long – too disconnected. Urgh! and I'm tired of sitting here at my desk trying to shorten, edit, and bring to life ole Brizzie.
I think I need to go sit under the Pandamus Palms around the South Bank pool. That might inspire some vitality in this document.
So, you see. Writing is not always easy. Writing is often magnificently frustrating.
And so here I am.
and so I up loaded a photo of myself in Wyoming to remind myself that there were days of vacation mode.