My mind is completely and utterly sapped. Every week, even as I get better at writing, it’s taken longer for ideas to come to me. Well, it’s not that I don’t have ideas. It’s just that they’re not really ideas that excite me. Also, I think I’ve had a very low-level flu for the past few days. I’ve been running a temperature, coughing, etc. And it is incredibly hot here. We had four good weeks at the beginning, but now the temperature is starting to near three digits and its hampering my ability to sleep.
I tried to make a story out of “Anal Probe”, but after five false starts, it just did not pan out. But I can deal with the dissappointment. I’ve had a pretty good run at Clarion. I’ve written five stories and 28,000 words. I’m not ruling out turning a story in this week, but I think I’m just going to do a little writing for fun. If a story comes out, fine. If not, that’s alright too.