Inspiration comes from the strangest places. Yesterday as I was sitting in a waiting room, I was struck by the muse punch and had to frantically grab my laptop and start writing before the idea escaped. I must say, as much as I am technologically stunted, I do appreciate the convenience of those newfangled portable typewriters.

Page, by molasses page, I am getting through The Book. I’ve resigned myself to the knowledge that I won’t have it complete by next month, but I’m still impatient. I just can’t seem to sit down and make myself work for some reason. It’s far easier for me to come up with excuses than it is for me to write a couple of pages of the good stuff. And I’m fully aware that my blog posts are shells of what they once were and could be.

I frustrate myself.