Dry hands tap on the keyboard, ignoring the words that need to be written, procrastinating from the to-do list that lurks in dark corners and in the shadows. There it remains until those brief sparks of imagination are found.
Books to take back to Leeds get packed up, thoughts on which books to bring back dance on the mind, a personal library finally paying off as a goal by December 31st is to be met.
Cyclones batter the place known as home, shortly after a dramatic and sad flooding of a former home. Life is changing, the direction no longer known. London? Vancouver? Auckland? Where to rest the weary suitcase for the next part of life's adventure is what consumes the mind of late.
That and the essays that are crying out to be written...onwards!
You'll get there! Just keep plodding on :)
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