I'm not talking about recent rainfall in Texas, though I'm happy for them. I'm talking about my personal writing drought.
I was doing OK at cranking out a story now and then up until the pandemic hit. Suddenly there were too many people around my house. My wife got furloughed from her job and eventually took an early retirement. Our son, a teacher up to then, got shunted out of his job, too, so he moved back in with us.
Having them around isn't a burden. I actually enjoy their company. Having them always around killed the privacy I like to have for my writing and I just couldn't get a long enough stretch by myself to concentrate on a project until the past month or so.
Now, the wife is doing some consulting in her area of expertise and staying busy in the other end of the house, the boy is building a niche as an online tutor and getting busier all the time, and I'm left with long periods of time where I can peck at the keyboard and create some porn.
I have several lengthy stories that are starting to come together -- I didn't say I didn't write anything, I only said I couldn't concentrate on a project long enough at a time to do any good. I did start a few things when the ideas filled my head. -- Those long projects will show up here before long, I'm sure.
In the meantime, I will be posting a short new story very soon called "All You Have To Do Is Ask."