I’m not sure what frustrates me more. Wanting to write but being too exhausted to or when I write and the words come slower than snail through my mind. It is like the inspiration is struggling to spark, and blister into fire of words. I have desperately wanted to write over the past few days but between life and torrential downpours making my backyard into a muddy river of grass and rainwater. Which in turns causes the garage to flood, and I need to sweep the water out, over several hours. This is an exhausting task, which means if I ever manage to sit down, I’m to exhausted to do much of anything but sleep. Hopefully that will change and I can play catch-up, over the next few days if mother nature can keep the heavy rain in the clouds.