Dead Girls Don't Write Books

Hi Ink Drinkers,

Normally, I make a point to update my blog every month.  I blew it in March, so here we go for April.  Here's the thing... I have spring allergies.  And you can't be allergic if you're unconscious.

It's pretty hard to write when I'm like this.  

Tired

Sleepy

Drowsy

Did I mention sleepy?

I have come to the conclusion that I must have a spirit bear somewhere inside me because all I want to do is lie quietly with my eyes closed.  

I have so much work to do on my writing.  But I find myself throwing a frozen pizza in the oven and dozing while it cooks.  

So, I'm not dead.  I'm just very tired.  

If I'm true to form, I will wake up at the end of April with a whole new lease on life.  

But it's only the middle of April.  I'm going back to bed.

Night, night, little ink drinkers.