It's 7:10 AM. I'm sitting at the desk staring out the window trying to prod the muse into something readable. It's funny how the muse works. Some of my best writing comes to me when I sit down an hour before the deadline and just let it flow. The stuff I ponder over and fidget with to perfection many times goes over like a lead balloon.
I seem pretty brain dead this morning. Probably because I've been doing brain dead things like gardening and landscaping all week. But there has been an idea rolling around my head like a boulder bouncing through a rock crusher. So here goes.