It's been a long, hot summer . . . lots of sun and no rain. I've spent my days floating on a rubber raft in the pool, and my nights writing. I'm stuck on Chapter 88 and have decided I might have to just hang it up. (but I've got a KILLER tan)

I feel like the last couple of chapters were crap and I've lost my motivation . . . inspiration . . . enthusiasm . . . something. I'd love to get to Chapter 100 and actually finish it, but . . . something.

Makes me sad. I've been with those characters for a while now, and I miss them. But I won't put out crap.

I've started smoking. Who in the hell STARTS smoking at my age?!?! Idiots, that's who. 'Nuff said. I've gotta do SOMETHING to stop smoking weed, and this helps.

Idiot.