Drat.
My brain’s gone walkabout again.
Don’t know where, exactly. When I look inside my own head, I see mostly fog.
Maybe it’s the new year making me fuzzy (August is my new year).
The chickens, geese and keets seem more important than writing.
I can’t seem to get enough sleep.
Maybe it’s the weather.
Maybe it’s my disorganized office.
Maybe it’s my hormones.
Maybe it’s astrological.
Maybe it’s nothing at all.
I’ll be back when I’ve got something to say. Or when my office is clean.
Whichever comes first.
Cuentos 
I love this post, especially the office and hormone graphics … but isn’t it more a Trees for the Forest kind of post, i.e. personal update instead of literary fiction? I’d move it over there, is my suggestion.
Glad you like it. I thought about moving it altogether, but since I’ve been neglecting my fiction, and this post is about writing (not), I think cross-posting works too. It’s been hard to get focused lately, even on one blog, let alone two.