I'm writing today in which I have no time to write simply because leaving my blog current with an entry whose first line contains sorrow, invasion and pain has become too much to bear, even if it's a line of fiction (I'm writing a split-narrative serial, you sillies! "Second Fork," get it?).
I have been trying to drum up a new entry of greater interest, but in the interests of the beautiful at last April weather we're at last enjoying at last, I will simply leave you with a new first line, though I think the entry itself worth reading. The one below with sorrow and pain.