An interlude

I have managed not to be quite productive in the writing front for the last few weeks. Translation: how does one write again? And apparently today is no different. But out of some bizarre sense of obligation and to pretend I am missed, I am writing a little bit to say … well nothing really. So status update on my books … no change … at least that has made it to print. The mind is sort of still percolating. As far as anything else … once again nothing much to say.

This feels uncannily like a commercial. Nothing useful said and yet some might have an unexplainable urge to actually look.

The show will continue momentarily!