You would think that with a week off of work, the prose would be free flowing. After all, I want to submit somethings to contests and anthologies and things. But no. The past two days have been about vegging out.
With Houston dealing with the destruction of Ike and with strict orders from my mom to stay away, my vacation was derailed and I didn’t give much thought into what I wanted to do instead of. So now it’s the end of day two and I have written, at most, a blog post. Sad.
So now I’m going to sit here and do some writing. Books don’t write themselves. They also don’t sell themselves. Onward and upward.
Dear Reader 