While the dog days of summer may not have officially started, as far as I’m concerned they’ve been here since the second week of May.  That was when we started hitting triple digit temperatures on a fairly consistent basis.

The temperatures may be one reason I really haven’t felt like writing anything.  Or even reading.  The heat can be pretty draining.  Or maybe I’m just getting old.  There have been one or two reviews, a report on Howard Days, and a tribute to Harlan Ellison.  I’ve hardly done any fiction writing, even though I’ve had more time than I did in the spring.

OTOH, my time hasn’t been nearly as structured as when classes are in session.  I’ve done a lot of traveling:  Austin for the State Solo and Ensemble Competition, Howard Days, a week in Dallas for my son’s trumpet camp (those tweets about the BDSM convention showing up at the hotel we were in weren’t jokes, in spite of the humorous wording), and I just got back from a weekend in Cloudcroft, NM.

Classes start Tuesday, so I’ll be back into a routine, like it or not.  (That would be not, but I need the money.)  So I’m hoping I’ll be more productive by the end of the week.  At least you know I’m not dead yet.