My mind isn’t working properly. I think I’ve been getting a bit too ahead of myself of late; plotting to do book reviews and then forgetting to actually review the ones I’ve read – and I’ve been knee-high (almost literally) in books.
At the moment the creative magic has slowed right down, and I’ve learned why you should really not watch murder-mystery type things just before thinking of going to sleep. I’ve sent off a query to my former boss-person to see if there’s a new job just waiting for me to pick it up, and I’m still waiting to hear back.
On the bright side I still remember one of the stories I came up with in the wee small hours of this morning, so there’s that.