Today's Muse: I see dots everywhere, dearie.

A full day's work has amounted to precisely

1. One seized-up right shoulder

2. One stubbed toe, looking quite ghastly

3. Two mini chocolate "Crunchie" wrappings

4. One complete (half-arsed) book draft

5. Several missing notepads and soft copies.

I can't get any proper writing done with this damned shoulder. Have been prescribed a rest cure. In hindsight, I might have been rather harsh, what with the tantrum. But, really. I quit writing seriously for a week and the limb performs mutiny?

I want to go back and work at school; there would at least be people to converse with.