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Stupid hole in the side of my head.....

Annnnd, I got nothing.....

While getting ready for work this morning, I had a pretty good idea for a witty, perhaps even humorous blog post. I was sure that bemoaning the current state of my jumbled WIP  would quickly drive everyone (myself included) up the proverbial wall. So, I endeavored to find a lighter subject to discuss. I had one, and I went off merrily to work. Then, I got home and sat down to write.....annnnnnnd, I got nothing----

The silly bugger of an idea slipped right out that stupid hole in my head. That hole has been instrumental in causing more than one missed birthday and several late car payments... speaking of which, must post that car payment check tomorrow ***brain, you will not forget.... brain, you will not forget***

On a more literary note--- finished Charles Portis', True Grit, this evening. I can't honestly say I've ever read a Western before, though with its young, female protagonist, I almost hesitate to call it a Western in the technical sense. Yet, it did have a fair bit of horse-riding and gun-fighting....

It was a quick read, with a pretty straight-forward plot. As to whether I liked it or not, the jury is still out. I didn't hate the book, though the sassy main character was almost too sassy and her repetition of her father's murder with every person she meets does get a bit annoying....but, it wasn't a bad read.

Oh, well....here's hoping, that when I wake in the morning, my lost idea will have found its way back inside my head and I will not forget to write said idea down before I leave for work.... ***brain, you will not forget..... brain, you will not forget***

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