I get really depressed for a couple of days each side of mid summer. Don't get me wrong, I love summer, the long seemingly endless days ... it's just now the days are getting shorter, and we're heading slowly downhill into winter... and I loath winter: especially in the UK. Snow I like a lot, but cold drizzle, cutting winds and bugger all daylight - at least when I get up. You can keep winter. Oh, and it's true: The grass is always greener elsewhere.
I'm working on an entry for the 'Summer Anthology'. Ten thousand words just isn't enough, and now I have three stories, all need finishing ... sometime, and still no entry.
Anyway. I came to the conclusion that a short story requires considerably more planning than a serial, and now I have notes. Yup: Perhaps they'll help; perhaps I'll have four stories that need finishing and no entry. Who knows.
At least mid summer is over and done with.