I spent this morning fighting fires.

Literal fires.

Somehow, a fire started in my neighbours’ yard and, well, it did what fire does – it spread.

The fact that it is September and everything is drier than a teetotaler’s drawers meant plenty of easy fuel for the flame. The wind changing direction every five seconds didn’t help.

It was only a small fire but it was scary.

It could have been worse. The fire is out. The dogs and the house are safe. But I haven’t been able to switch my brain off, and I haven’t been able to write.

I sat down this afternoon to do my writing exercise (Couch to 80k Week 3 Day 1) and I just couldn’t do it. Could. Not. That might be partly because I think that the actual exercise for today was particularly hokey and I couldn’t work past that, or it might be something else. Who knows.

In any case, I’m hoping to have my next post be a teaser for Wishful Inkers #2, so keep your eyes peeled for that. Tomorrow I’ll be back to making words happen.

Have a wonderful day, wherever you are.