White Blank Page

It is what it is. Wordless. And on top of that I now have the Mumford track on a loop in my brain.

I don't know why but I feel a basic need to write at the moment but the words just aren't there. Still, there is an entire weekend of ferrying the kids around to think about. Sitting in the car and staring out of the window might lead to a thunder clap of inspiration. I hope so.

I also hope that everyone who gets some time off this weekend has a good time. I'm off to track down my muse and tie her to a chair!