Welcome to my perfumed garden

Really hard now, and I'm sitting here in my sweats... I've had a work out, was all up for a run; my legs were all ready for that run but it's  pissing down. I suppose if I were uber dedicated I'd go out anyway but I'm going to get drenched and the mud will be so slippy up on the moors and I'll probably end up crippling myself for life.

Excuses. Excuses. ::sigh::

So, trapped in the house as I am, I thought I'd have a crack at re-starting the long-neglected Academy  fic. I can't say the Muse is biting, cause she's not, but it does no harm to try. Maybe if I make myself write something I can get  the lazy cow off her fat arse and doing her job. Trouble is, it's been so long (the last time I posted an update was Jan 22nd! Shriek out!) I'm going to have to sit and read the whole darn thing through to remind myself what was happening, to whom and why and...

I really can't remember a lot of this. Did I really write it? Gosh golly gosh.

Anyway. Giving it a go. Here we go. Right. This is it. I'm doing it. I am... After I've had another cup of coffee. Then I will. Honest. promise. ::nods:: I can make a start by dragging the icon out of mothballs. Wheee! there he is. He's so pretty. *g*