Well I have an excuse – a real one this time.  Unexpected root canal. Go ahead, shudder then come back. Was told to eat high fiber so I got some of that cereal with the sticks and rocks it in (I think it’s supposed to be nuggets and nuts, etc.) and bit down on one of the rocks. At least the procedure is nowhere near as traumatic as it used to be, but still not what you’d call fun. 

I guess what intrigues me about this is that it drives all ideas out of my head. I’d like to think I could escape to a happier place when something like this happens. Instead it throws me out of my head and into reality. Who needs that? I want all of my imaginary friends to be there to help me out instead of deserting me.

At least I’ve been writing long enough to know this won’t last long and I’ll get back to writing – hopefully by the weekend, but what do you do? How to you get back up on the horse and force real life away? Love some suggestions to get through tomorrow…