I’ve been busy, and during the times I haven’t been busy, I haven’t felt like writing.
That pretty much sums it up. Deal with it.
Someday, I’m going to sit down and just write and write and write. It will be a flash flood of words. Glorious beams of sunshine will flicker off the waves, igniting nearby shrubs and small animals, while you look on in awe at the destruction I have wrought.
Until that day, though, I’m reading. A lot. Mostly with April, and I have three more book reviews I need to write and I’ll probably finish a fourth book this weekend, or by the end of next week at the latest.
Tonight, grocery shopping, eating dinner, washing dishes and laundry, and then a bit of reading. Maybe I’ll take my laptop to April’s parent’s this weekend and get caught up.