Just got back from a family camping trip. Extended family. Lots of kids, noise, crawdads plucked from the creek, poison oak, smoke, smores, barbecue, a surprising and welcome lack of mosquitoes, bad cell phone reception (I despise cell phones), games, minimal showers, and, most of all, family.
Brought and read PD James mystery. Original Sin. She is, hands-down, the best post-Chesterton/Christie mystery writer. No question about it. Excellent writer.
I need to dive back into my writing, but where’s the time? Another Tormay story (1/3 complete), a post-America thriller (1/2 done), a modern superhero story–but more down to earth, and completely lacking in capes and tights (script 100% done, but need to port it into regular prose), a political satire/romance about the oddity that is modern California (1/2 done).