Sunday Small Talk

The longer the summer drags on, the less I'm getting done. Between visiting the parents, working on a paper and clinical depression my motivation is gone. I'm barely hearing their voices chattering which is a bad thing. All is not lost of course. I find pockets of inspiration here and there.

I have finished my once over of Cassadaga Nights (though I haven't found a better title). I have two more scenes I want to write for Ryan and I'll be ready to market it again. I'm happy for that. I think I can find a home for it.

I'm staggered forward a little on my charity story which isn't saying much. I know what I want to do. I have to double check the theme to be sure I'm on point.

And you've seen all my posts on the Love is Love anthology. I'm still waiting on my copy.

Other than that, I'm sitting here thinking 'how can July be half gone?'