My kids are all home. I've mentioned this before, probably ad nauseum. They're sucking up all my time the way kids tend to do. As my free time shrinks, so does my writing time. I need my writing time. Something, as they say, has to give.
And I'm afraid that it's going to be the blog. For the first time in two and a half years, it's time for me to take a break.
The hours that I spend writing these posts need to be spent writing other things, at least for a while. Therefore, for the month of July, I won't be posting.
I shall return with great fanfare (or at least a fruity drink in my hand) on August third. And then we shall discuss the writing and the editing and how Magnum helped me put cotton candy pink color in my hair a while back.
In the meantime, wish me luck if you wouldn't mind. I have lots of work to do.
But not before one last...
Write a short story that begins with the sentence: The collector arrived in August.
Have a wonderful Independence Day, July, summer, etc. and I'll see you in August.