I promise. People think I’m strange when I tell them I don’t get writer’s block (knock on wood). My brain usually spits something out, and I run with it. Doesn’t matter where, I just run…and usually with scissors. Just ask my mom. Anyway, I have’t written a word for about a week. Ok, that’s a lie. I’ve written emails and chat messages, but fiction, no. It’s not that I can’t. It’s that I won’t. Life throws us all curve balls on occasion, and it’s thrown me a few I need to deal with. And when I’m dealing with them…or at least sliders like these, it affects my writing in a negative way. Characters sneak in that have no business being brought to life, and they muck up any semblance of story that was begging to be told. So, I am protesting their very existence with a self-inflicted cease and desist order. I promise I’ll write soon, but I have some sorting out to do. Now, if someone has one of those old labelers that shoots out curly plastic words, I’ll be on my way.