Sometimes, I make up song lyrics.

The following gem occurred to me just before I jumped into the shower. Most will recognize the tune:

"I am the very model of a stinky individual,
The smell that lingers on my pits is nothing but residual...."

You would think that I would do something else with that flash of absolute, stunning brilliance beyond making a public blog post about it.

But no, here we are.

I have still been writing actual stories. It's just that that snippet of song amused me more than most of what I worked on this morning.

Why no blog updates lately?

It's because I haven't received any more coupons that want to hit on me. Well, and because I blow my time reading "Lost" spoilers.

No, really, although the first of those two ideas is actually true, and that does leave me without as much interesting material to post, the simple truth is that I've been sitting with my notebook and thinking about what kind of book I'd like to put together next. (As for sitting with my notebook and actually writing in it -- that's easier some days than others).

Besides, everyone already knows that "Lost" is all in Hurley's head.