My summer holidays (at least this portion - I have another week off at the end of July) are almost over - I'm now counting in hours. I haven't spent all of the time asleep though (just most of it - and I have the lobster skin and heat rash to prove it.) Pretty.
I finished a short story Postcard Wings above Blackpool Sands which I sent off to a not-so-secret place, and I'm midway through the second-second draft of a time travel short, A World of Cardboard Houses. Struggling with that one.
And that is it, back to snoreville.