Oh where, oh where has my little muse gone? Oh where oh where can she be?
If you see her, please send her straight home. After a recent spate of writing and submissions, I appear to have hit the wall. Could be the continuing head cold, could be that I've run out of ideas for the moment. Only that's not, strictly speaking, true, because I have this great idea for a new pb, and no clue how to go about starting it. Ay yi yi.
I think I'll walk my dog, and see what nature has to offer on what has turned out to be a warm, sunny day. It feels like April, not the penultimate day of January. Yeah, I like the word penultimate (although a remarkable amount of commentators on TV and radio seem to think it means the same thing as ultimate. That's why they get paid the big bucks, to further butcher the English language.)
Anyways, it's time for "Walkies!"
I think I'll walk my dog, and see what nature has to offer on what has turned out to be a warm, sunny day. It feels like April, not the penultimate day of January. Yeah, I like the word penultimate (although a remarkable amount of commentators on TV and radio seem to think it means the same thing as ultimate. That's why they get paid the big bucks, to further butcher the English language.)
Anyways, it's time for "Walkies!"