Where have all the words gone?  I know the answer to that question. The ones from my first attempt at a novel are in intensive care.

 
They haven’t responded well to their surgery and are languishing in disarray.

All the new words in my “inspirational thoughts” journal are sulking like recalcitrant teenagers behind their comfy Moleskine jacket. Nothing will tempt them outside.

I think hope “normal service” will be resumed soon but, just for the moment, the photographs will have to suffice.