It's well into August, now, and I've written maybe another 2000 words this month. I've been pretty busy, just not with writing. Finished up a track for the new album, plus did some traveling, as well as the obligations I can't avoid.

The boredom is so real, it is palpable. I know what I need - to be out in the desert at night, the wind, rain and lightning raging all around me. So far, not a lot of opportunities for such, this year. Still, I watch the skies, the radar and other tools, and wait for it to happen.

When it does, I will be fine, once again.