Today

My poetic muse seems to have deserted me...probably due to the fact that I am trying too hard plus the dark days of winter seem to leech all my creative juices away. Anyway as a consequence I thought I'd resort to writing prose in the form of a diary. As I seem to have lost my other follower and only have Tim (my husband) as my solitary follower (& he is no stranger to the darker side of my thought process ) than I can happily scribe away without fear of offence...freedom of speech...yay!!. The poetry muse may return but meanwhile life on the slopes of the mountain goes on......