It's been a bit quiet on here of late, partly because the website fractured itself (behind the scenes) and stopped its daily backup. That problem is now fixed, largely through luck since I have no idea what fractured the backup schedule and therefore no idea which particular tweak of mine that fixed it.
I've also been asleep on my feet lately. Can antibiotics make you sleepy? I don't know, but something is. The past couple of days have been the worst, but this I attribute solely to the temperature. While you northern types are spinning slowly into autumn, the east coast of Australia is hitting spring with a vengeance. (And spring after the mildest winter I've ever known, where the temperature barely scraped itself down to the mid-teens.) It's going to be a horridly hot summer, a real bushfire season. Not good.
There have, however, been words lately. This is a good thing. Even though I'm stuck stuck stuck on the god-making short story because, although I know the ending, I have no idea where and why it starts.
To counter the feeling of stuckness, I find myself wanting to read. Read and read and read. Never a bad thing.