I tell myself over and over, I’m going to write. I'm going to sit down and do that stupid blog today, because it's been ages. And when I think about how long it's been since I have done this thing, it's just so much easier to go do something else. Well duh. Most of the human race knows that. It's not procrastination, it's inertia. So, I’m going to force myself to write. Even when it's not funny, long, or great. Just write. Something. Anything. Ta da. One idea, for a christian romance, which i've been sort of wanting to get into, about a woman who goes for a caregiving job and ends up with a horrible family, almost slavery. I think it has some potential, for a great story, tense moments, great drama. I hate drama. But anyway, worth trying for a bit.