Today is my normal day for a writer’s read/review session in Socal. But…I’m not writing much lately, and I’m not in Socal.

It’s not that I’m laying around – I’m staying busy. Just today, I’ve planted a truckload of flowering plants, cleaned out junk from the basement, played 9 holes of golf, read most of a book, did some minor cleaning around the house…and now I’m watching SEC basketball. And it’s not even 5pm. In the previous couple of days, it’s been a lot of staying with the grandsons while their parents are busy. So no grass growing under these feet.

Not sure why, just haven’t felt like writing. Other than short blog posts. I suppose that’s OK, but you can’t get published if you don’t get finished.

Part of it is that I’m just tired of the Lost Hope story. Bored with it. In my head it’s complete, but on paper…not. Maybe I should start a new story, pure SF, my happy place. Fuck all those people who say they don’t like world building. I’ll leave on that positive thought and think about it a bit more.