My summer so far: Walks and trips to the dog park with Zoey. Reading at a close friend’s beautiful wedding. Campfires in the backyard. Late night talks with Eric that stretch on for hours about everything and nothing. Homework homework homework. Frustration over stories I’m telling, stories I need to tell, stories I don’t have time to tell. Tears. Writers’ block and the Fear and feeling lost and inadequate. Constant questions of: When is that book going to be done? and shifting in my seat because I can’t answer that because I don’t know and I can’t even open up Scrivener without feeling on the edge of tears. Long talks with friends. Homework. New stories and encouragement and more enthusiasm than I can handle without feeling a little uncomfortable. Excitement and falling in love with writing all over again. Homework. Dinners outside and inside and hot sun and rain and humidity. Exploring parts of DC that I haven’t visited yet in the the three years that we’ve lived here, my hand wrapped in Eric’s. Trips to family (not as many as I like) and meeting up with friends. Homework. Decisions. Snuggling with the menagerie. Phone calls and emails and IMs. New opportunities. Hope. Love.
One month left to go before fall comes and the air turns crisp. I’ve spent too much of these past few months cooped up inside, doing homework for the class I decided to take this summer and not enough of it adventuring or writing or reading or even just sitting outside in the sunshine. But I still have that month of summer left, so I’m going to make the most of it. Hopefully I’ll be able to share some of my adventures with you. ♥