Gah.

I have writer's block. Or blogger's blokk. Or something. Some terrible type of inner constipation that keeps me playing games of Freecell and Spider Solitaire, hiding at home hovering by the laptop like it's a literary lavatory, and hoping that any moment now, I shall sit down and bring forth all the words congealing within.

Hmm. Perhaps I don't have that literary constipation after all. I did manage one paragraph, and a fair amount of alliteration. My music teacher once diagnosed me with verbal diarrhoea, so I should have known that when I eventually got down to typing, SOMEthing or the other would come out! There's hope.