Canter, Interrupted

I was fully prepared to write about pace this morning. You know, whether your story clip-clips, canters or bull-rushes along? Yeah, that.

Unfortunately, however, my brain is refusing to budge from its sedentary repose.

Push, prod, cajole, beg, blackmail, threaten off-handedly, threaten on-handedly, whatever I try to get the gray matter up and moving just isn’t working.

Apologies for that.

Tomorrow, there will be flow.

Until then, please just step over this mound of immovable mush and continue on with your day.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe