I am now a believer of people hitting a bulls eye while they blurt out the words of "brain fart here they come" or what my friend would call - a brain 'tot. I'm stuck on the first page of Julie James' Practice Makes Perfect just right after I abandoned Meg Cabot's Size 14 Is Not Fat Either. I happen to be on page 101 of Ceremony in Death when I realized I am due with the library on few of these novels in front including Elizabeth Noble's The Girl Next Door. In between sentences I kept fidgeting on what seems like eternity - I haven't even started a single word on my writing assignment for this week! That stupid window topic is messing my head as I trudge toward the computer. I know these are all winter gas in life and would soon pass. Soon.
Or anytime now...
