It’s early but late now. The travelling caught up to Doolies and me. I can’t concentrate on much. My brain is mush from the terrible movies and bubble-gum novel I bought for the plane. I keep pasting my story ideas on the page below these words in the hopes that something will catch fire and I’ll start typing away. I don’t see it happening today. It’s been a long week and tomorrow promises to be a very long day at work. I glanced at my inbox and I’m scared, very scared. I’ll get through it and get to sleep and then get around to writing again.