I've had a bit of writer's block this month.
I feel like I have lots to say, but every time I sit down to speak through my keyboard....crickets. Not cicadas (they're noisy buggers). Just crickets. Not sure why the term 'crickets' equates to silence though. I had one in my bedroom a few weeks ago, and let me tell you, Jiminy was not quiet. Except when ever I got out of bed to actually look for it. The cheeky bug, only started chirping again every single time I got back into bed. That went on until stupid o'clock. Until victory was finally mine.
