Run out of words

Still trying to write. Lots of scenery. Scenery coming out of my ears. Lots of archaeology (well, technically, I suppose, yesterday's scenery is today's archaeology, so that is actually the same thing.) Characterisation in random, disconnected chunks. Plot. There should probably be some.

I like writing, but I wish I had more words and an attention span. I'm sure I used to have one somewhere. Maybe in a drawer. Ooh, look, lurchers!