Muse-less

Jilda headed out of town this evening for a yoga class. I'm here alone with the dogs tonight eating TV dinners and writing. I've struggled lately with my writing. It seems to happen every now and then. The muse takes a vacation and leaves me high a dry.
I am listening to a really good book now by Steward Woods called "Chiefs." It's about police cheives in a small Georgia town.
The racial language makes me uncomfortable, but Woods nails the south during that time periode.
I'm about a third of the way through the book and so far it's very good. More later.