There isn't much you can do in the rainy season in the tropics. It rains too hard. But Monday we will hit the road, get on down the coast toward Viet Nam to the town of Kampot, Cambodia. We haven't been yet and rumors of an art community of sorts intrigue us. It is worth checking out. So we will take a long distance taxi for the five hour drive and stay most of a week.
Staying bottled up at home, writing moves along well, but sometimes the ideas grow stale. Better, for me to break things up a bit. I have several novels close to completion, but that last ten percent is the hardest--if the book is going to be any good.