When All Else Fails . . . Clean the Refrigerator

I treasure times when the words drop onto the "page" like a perfect string of pearls, one after the other. I have those days, er, moments.  I also have days when, well, this time of year I call them "Refrigerator Days," (In the early spring I call these days, "Seed Planting" days.) days when nothing pops into my brain that I want anyone to read . . . not ever . . . even me.



When the GREAT CLOG happens, as it did a few days ago and my YA started spitting my words back at me, I posted that I'd...