Writing

The writing has suffered a little of late because of how hot it has been. Because of too much work, and new friendships taking up my time. But it will turn into writing at some point, as intense living always does--if one has enough leftover life.
However, I have done a test-write tonight of the new STRANGE TALES idea, writing about the weird years with my mentally unstable relative, and it flowed well, and reads okay. So I may continue with it tomorrow, if a poem doesn't come along before that and hijack my attention.
Now it's past 10pm, I'm stripped to the waist but still sweating and it's time to sit down in the dark and watch tv for a while before going to bed. Goodnight sweet world.