Summertime is upon us, and that means it’s time to hibernate. Hiding indoors, sitting near (or on) air conditioning vents at home our out and about (providing I don’t melt in my car getting there, of course) is the goal. But at least that means there’s ample time for writing. Life will get in the way, still, and the humidity will seek to sap every ounce of energy from me. I shall persist, though, and fuel myself with black iced tea and the goal of getting to that awesome “I finished writing this!” feeling.
Here’s hoping summer isn’t the swamp the end of spring turned out to be. If it is, however, that’s OK. I’ll just hope even more then that I get more of my writing projects done or well underway, and being in that space for so much of the time will mean Autumn will be here before I know it.