Spring Fever

It's spring.  Can you feel it?  There's So much to do my head is in a spin. Some days it's hard to concentrate.

So today I'm writing a love scene, set in France and I'm pretty much brain dead. I got nothin'. A knock comes to the door,( unusual since we live on an old victorian farm in the boonies). I open the door to find a black haired swarthy guy, who says, 'Hello I'm Raoul. I come from the French Riviera. I have some delicious seafood in the back of my truck. I stared at him thinking, are you kidding? LOL  

God works in mysterious ways. Now the characters are just driving up the lane and knocking on the door.