I broke through my writer's block!  The happy story is flowing freely, like a crystal clear stream in the woods, or a crisp breeze whistling through the freshly budding trees, or like the Molson tap at Scotiabank Place in coming weeks...

(As a die-hard Leafs fan, I must say, most ardently, "GO, SENS, GO!")

Anyway, now that my hockey opinions have been expressed, I'm writing like a madwoman.  This book will be a horror, and *gasp* NOT EROTIC!  I know, I know, that's preposterous, but, rest assured, it *is* romantic.  It's also scary and spooky, and peppered with enough humour to make it slightly amusing.  I like it, anyway.

You know what else I like?  Not feeling like my brain is going to explode painfully out the front of my head.  I also like having quiet, stable neighbours who don't scream and try to kill each other outside my window.  I also like cheese.  Unfortunately, I only have the latter as consolation for not possessing the other two.

The lady on TV is making a mess with icing.  That made me laugh, so I thought you'd want to know.