I must apologize to my legions of fans, well, to those who noticed, all two of you, for not posting the last time I was scheduled to blog. I could say I was deep into writing, or in the midst of a torrid love affair with a certain female film star, or traveling to some exotic locale in search of a miracle drug for acne; but in truth I just plain forgot! But my excuse is I was (and still am) totally in thrall of Spring and then Summer.

Yes, glorious, captivating vibrant Spring!  When the buds pop, the birds tweet and warmth suffuses the landscape. Although I’m happily ensconced in the tropics, I spent considerable winters in less sunny climes and welcomed the arrival of Spring like a wealthy Aunt who has included you in her will.

The siren call of the glowing Summer sun, the pounding surf and exposing as much of ones pallid skin (as is legal) to the UV rays trumps any thoughts of writing, or just about anything else. The lure of a lake, river, stream or backyard pool is equally compelling in these days.

My muse has decamped to, I think, the Bahama’s or one of those tropic isles, leaving me sans ideas or much ambition whatsoever regarding literary pursuits. Of course the captivating parade of nubile women in skimpy shorts, tops and bathing attire sets ones erotically oriented mind a’wandering in plot land; but somehow I never retain the thought long enough to jot it down.  The warmth of Old Sol effectively cancels such inclinations in short order.

So here I am, basking in the sun like a soporific snake, a languid lizard, a…well, you get the picture. Summer has me firmly in it’s grip and I have zero desire to wriggle free. Deadlines can remain dead, projects put on hold and calls for copy cancelled. I’m seduced by the season and that’s that.

Yes, I will have another lemonade. Thank you.

Ciao  everyone.