So, here I sit with only thirteen minutes left to go before I have to head out to another exciting day at the Armory, and despite beating my muse across the soles of her feet with a rubber truncheon, I can't get a lick of inspiration out of her. Nada. Zip. Zilch.
Well, I have the glimmerings of an idea for one or two posts, but they'll each take more than... well, now only twelve minutes to write.
More when I get home this afternoon, then.