I don’t know what my problem is these last few days, but I cannot seem to get myself motivated to sit here at the computer and get anything written. This is my first entry here since Monday, and even though I’m trying, I’m having a hard time thinking of anything good to say. Just a half-hour or so ago I finally forced myself to write my Gravy Train column for the upcoming issue of Mosaic Minds, and the only reason I did it now is that today’s the submission deadline. I don’t know why I was so resistant to doing it this month — it’s not like it’s hard, just a couple of recipes and a few lines of clever (or not-so-clever this time, I’m afraid) text, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. I did try to write a short fiction piece a couple of weeks ago, but it just wasn’t coming to me and I gave up on it. Bah.

This evening Olof and I will be going to town to have dinner at Helena’s with her and Fredrik and Debbie and Stefan, and I’ve been really looking forward to that. Helena’s cooking a belated birthday feast for Debbie and me and we’ve been promised lots of tasty treats … also, Olof’s mom is going to keep the kids so we’ll be having an honest-to-goodness adult evening. I think I can count on one hand the times that has happened since we’ve been together.