My creative juices seemed to be log-jammed somewhere up river this morning. And seeing as the sunrise is still over an hour away, all dynamite-laden options are out. (My neighbors get tetchy over pre-dawn explosions. Go figure.)
So, before I waste anymore of your time, I will end today’s venture quickly, sending you off to your day with this wee-bit of wisdom…
Logjams happen to the best of writers. Fret not over the obstruction. The TNT will come. And, oh baby, will the explosion be wild!
Post Note: Warn the neighbors.