And After All That . . .
I’ve gotten very little writing done the past couple days. Been so busy with life and children, and getting over a cold at the same time. Hopefully I’ll get back into the swing, soon. I’ve still got people waiting for more Sherlock besides . . .
The news from London also has me feeling sad. I love London and would live there if I could; as it is, I try to go regularly to get writing done because I find London has good vibe for my creativity. And everyone there is always so nice to me, despite my being a stupid American. So I hate to think of that beautiful city having such a difficult time.
Oh, and then I’ve been trying Google+ but I can’t find any use for it so far. Nothing that Twitter and Facebook and LinkedIn don’t do for me. I mean, I’m supposedly part of a G+ writing circle, but the feedback is weak. Maybe I need better members or whatever. I guess I have found G+ okay as a news aggregate. But then there’s just so much junk that fills the streams too. Maybe I’m doing it wrong. If so, the interface should be more intuitive.