Life, lately, has been a troublesome thing, fraught with peril and hardship and smelling vaguely of spoiled chicken. Beyond the obvious this has been particularly annoying because these trials and tribulations have swallowed all of my writing time. This is not acceptable and will not be tolerated. Life has knocked me down, but I will come up swinging and take it’s head off if I can.
Just not tonight. Or this weekend. Or Monday.
Bugger.