come on mama

Three-Paw pointed out to me the other day that I am simply not writing enough. In fact ' enough' is probably far too generous a description,  I think ' at all' is far more accurate.
" Come on, mama," she said. " You writing must -  so money be can fix my teeth." ( I imagine Three-Paw has a slightly Yoda-ish way of speaking English. Of course her Turkish is perfect.) She is right too. I am not writing. I am not writing my stories, my novel, my blog in fact I am barely reading. I am writing reports though and to-do lists. Arrgh.