Hello my life, how I've missed you!

Got back home the day before yesterday.

Hells Yeah!

Internet! TV! As much music as I want without ppl screaming at me about Ramadan this or that!

I feel my creative juices coming back, too. I pulled up Always You in Word and lo and behold...more plot fell into my lap just like that. I'm writing chapter 4. Hope it will be interesting and satisfying. I'm doing my best, but then I always do my best. Sometimes my best is pretty good, other times...not so much.

I'm forcing myself to work on Always You, too, since what I really want to do is write chapter 19 of New Bonds. Half of it is already written in my head, just waiting to be picked out on my laptop. And such an exciting part in the story, too! *Sigh*. But I'm disciplined enough and fair enough to see that Always You is due for an update. Besides, I promised I'g get ch 4 out after chaps 17 and 18 of New Bonds.

Let's see...if I type steadily through the evening, I should have ch 4 done and edited by late tonight maybe around midnight. I could have it posted by then, dawn at the latest.

Wish me luck!

A little mercy, please?

Ok.

I've been here for the past month.

I really don't think I can take much more of this shit.

Readers, you can chalk my lack of regular updates up to this last bit of traveling I'm doing. I'm over here in one of the Gulf countries. Living conditions are deplorable. The electricity goes out regularly. It's about 115-125 degrees farenheit every damn day. I hate the people I'm visiting and will certainly never trouble myself to visit them again. Today I had to walk across the border to renew my stupid visa. I can't wait to go home.

Needless to say, this atmosphere has totally killed my will to write. There's no privacy, quiet or peace. Nothing but filth and frustration. I HATE IT HERE!

That said, I did manage to get some writing done, so chaps 17-18 of New Bonds are on the way.

Can't write anymore right now, too pissed and hot.