That’s really about it. It is too hot. I’m not writing as much as I’d like. It’s also been one of those months where I have sent work out into the world, and then must wait.
That is always part of the life. Sometimes work is accepted and sent out there. Then you wait.
It feels weirdly appropriate with everything else going on in the world. Work, effort, sweat. It is sent out there. Into the world around us.