I've been staring at the screen trying to think of something, anything, to write. Weird what thoughts skippity-hoppety into the brain when there's blank space to fill.
Do you want to know I planted kale yesterday and the snails haven't yet eaten it (yep, procrastination well underway, I went outside and checked snail-munching status)?
Or maybe you're dying to know how I'm contemplating chocolate with my morning coffee? Ah, Easter.
Or that I have a page of notes for finishing my Australia djinni novella and will soon be typing like a maniac? In fact, I'll post a quick pic and get to it.