Nada, niet, nothing, rien, zilch, zero, none, o, 0… And finally, fuck all.

 To be fair, I switched off today. I spent the day attempting to go to a garden centre and then buying some trousers. We didn’t make it to the garden centre - yawn - because it started to rain and we got bored. Then the creative morning block had disappeared. The trousers are really nice, though. Linen and baggy, good for summer. yawn. 

Tomorrow after I get up I will set aside two hours to write.

I feel good about that.

In the mean time editing old work will do. Always does when I can’t get anything out or nothing seems to be forming in the mind.

 I still don’t know what to do with Mark and his gun.

I do have a new idea, though:

The life of the saints through a prison chaplain and a prisoners eyes.

It will need a lot of research; the saints will have to be read about.

All the same, I’m loving these trousers.

(boring posts will be taken outside and shot if found to be lacking. this one is under review.)