July. An uneasy, humid heat pervades the land. As far as I’m aware, no stories of mine are going to be published this month. (This is not something unusual.) Instead I’m concentrating on writing new stuff. Trying to finish off works in progress that have been stewing for months. Blasting out new ones before they get a chance to atrophy. Making sure the word engine stays ticking over. Making sure I keep looking at the world…aslant.