Eeeewwwwwwww......... why do I bother nipping in here?

Sigh...dunno.... had a nice few days en France and some sublime food- particularly at one little auberge in the Vendee...exquisite. But now I am back to sick doggy and huge ginormous vet's bills, stress at work, and writers block. I just can't think how to write my novel- the approach, the style. Oh..*ugger. It won't go away, it obviously wants to be written, it's stopping me getting on to the the next one on the list. In the meantime I pass time by writing short stories...quantity rather than quality I suspect...but you have to keep the old brain exercised. So, 1..2..3.. with front lobes pressed to hypothalamus now sit up, and down, up and down...

exhausted already I shall retire for lunch....