I am back from sunny Canberra, and missed the rain on the coast.
It feels like I've been away for longer than ten days, but we had a good time.
I spent some quality time at the National Library fondling century-old documents. I love history, especially touchable history; snuggling up to Hadrian's Wall, walking the WW1 battlefields, kissing the Blarney Stone, touching Roman antiquities... or is that just me?
I'll get over the squealie fan-girl in a moment.
So. It's time for the Forward Motion story-a-day marathon.
I've written half a story so far. I spent yesterday morning cleaning up and the other half driving with the end-of-the-school-holidays traffic (unbelievable amount of idiots out there) that added an extra hour to the journey.
I confess to being ill-prepared to write. The first story the generator came up with seemed like a good idea at the time, but now... not so much. It might have been because of tiredness, but I shall persist and finish the story and another later today.
A good shot of caffeine should help the neural synapses spark.