It’s a fine time for the clichéd writer’s block to hit, but it has. Nevertheless, I will be trying to forcibly write my way out of this stifling bag because I know that I can.
So I’ve sat with the above sentences for fifteen minutes while I rearranged my bookshelves…
But I do have a lot lined up – my Arizona trip Parts 1 and 2; the lovely Lisa sent me some fantastic homemade photography… and I still get myself in enough surreal conversations and situations that I should be fine for the next couple of weeks. That or I’ll go hijack some Myspace surveys and/or use the No One Cares What you have for Lunch book.