Easter, Bluesfest, Anzac Day, foiled attempts at theme parks, and pure laziness = no writing.
Here’s where I didn’t write for the last little bit.
I did not write while I was at Bluesfest, eating my favourite Yemen festival food, dancing with Baker Boy, catching Ty from Vintage Trouble (literally – he jumped – I caught a leg), and revelling in the wonders of Jack White.
I did not write on the Byron Bay solar train, on the way to our very own scavenger hunt around town. I did not write while making the agonising icecream flavour decision at In The Pink. AGONISING.
I did not write while chasing the Easter Bunny around the lawn.
Off with his head! No really, there was a smoothie incident – I was just drying it out.
I did not write at MovieWorld, even though I could have stood in a queue for 90 minutes for a ride. I did not write at WetnWild, when we gave up on MovieWorld. And I did not write on the 2 hour drive home, when we gave up on queues at theme parks altogether.
I did not write back home, last night, while I was carrying a bedhead home. It did not fit in my hatchback. Thankfully, I purchased it from someone just over the other side of the railway (short awkward walk home).
This here, marks the end of not writing. Back to the 3 Rs: reality, routine and writing.
