Writing output has been pretty p##s poor this week. Can it be due to the nice weather? Not hardly, as I often write in pencil on paper ... that's about as portable as you can get. I even have a notebook that fits (barely) in the ole mommybag.
Have I spent too much time on housework? (have a good laugh here)
Can it be for lack of something to write about? Oh c'mon!, the little talk show host in my head keeps up a running commentary 24/7, too fast for me to even write it all down. In fact, I even had the opportunity to take advantage of not one but two mommy blab sessions this week, which are always inspiring. That may have been one of the problems, too much time sitting around gabbing.
It's gotta be the chocolate. Everytime I try to get back in diet mode, somehow my daily intake of chocolate goes way down, and so does my output. And you thought my title was just wishful thinking. No, it's the actual fuel, along with coffee, which is never in short supply, never gets cut out by any diet.
Time for a chocolate festival. Or maybe just some Hershey's chocolate syrup, straight out of the bottle.