Not much to say here because I am in Portugal trying really hard to finally write the books people have been nagging me to write for years.
It's very hot, though apparently not as hot as at home (and that irony is one which I feel a mild resentment about. But the scenery is nice, though the wine is pretty horrible).
Writing is difficult, isn't it! It's not so much the getting-ideas-to-flow thing as trying not to have it all come out of the funnel at once, thereby blocking it. So many thoughts jostle to escape from the melée that none of them do. It's really quite frustrating.
Also frustrating is the fact that due to the swollen insect bites on my knuckles that I receive during the night, I find it difficult to type quickly. Every biting creature that craves human blood or just plain loves to sink a proboscis into human skin likes to bite me. Even adders, though thankfully not recently (adder bites make your leg REALLY swell up. The second time is much worse. Wear boots where it is a possibility because it does ruin your day).
Anyway, as you see, digression is a major problem. I think a tendency to ADD might be of benefit in this, but only if it can be put to good use by being marshalled into some kind of disciplined stream of consciousness.
So, I cannot use up too many words here as most of them seem to want to go a different direction.
Oh, it's so good to have a brain that works again, even if it haphazard and unruly!
Philosophical observations from wandering about noticing things.
