Temporarily escaped my kidnappers! The real world won't get me quite yet.
I dislike online conversations if I have the choice of making it real. It's like texting people instead of calling. Texting is too impersonal when I could easily call someone and have a much more interesting conversation rather than pumping out three sentences a minute and waiting for some meaning to arrive. Also, some people are just completely different from online to offline personalities, so that definitely makes it easier for conversations to recuperate from vigorous CPR.
Ah, crazy weather. Mother Nature's uterus is cramping up. (I can't even say that but hey! anonymous.) We had a ridiculous spout of rain that preceded scorching heat and then there was more rain. Then there are instances in which it rained while the sun was out, so it made everyone confused. And the temperatures ranged from a few degrees above freezing to halfway to boiling within a week. It was hard to tell when winter was really over.
Perhaps I need to read some good fiction. That way, I can just focus on writing instead of reading. I have to admit, I've read very little over the past year. I have noticed your works rising up again, though. At least the first two. I envy that you have the time to do so and the motivation to continue. Those are really the only qualities a good writer needs outside of enjoyment, of course.