Technically, it's still summer for a month or so. But I spent this week at the beach, and there's just something about that last day, walking through the sand, that makes me think of that song, "Sealed with a Kiss."
And yes, I know it's not "goodbye TO the summer, but rather "FOR the summer." But work with me here, people. I'm going with poetic license to make a writing point.
Yes, you were wondering when I'd quit whining and get to the writing. Ahem.
Have you ever considered the seasons of your writing? I work year round, almost every day, writing. But the work is not always that productive.
There are dry spells when the words and thoughts swirl by like dust motes and try as I might to catch them...swoosh, they blow right past.
Sometimes, a cold wind seeps into my writing, freezing a story in its tracks. I have to wait, then, for a crack of a bright idea to melt the sticking plot points.
And writing in the summer...well, there are days when a sudden squall pops up and the words flow, rushing from my neurons to the page. But there are more days when it's just too hot to think up brilliant stuff, and I sit at my chair, thoughts languishing.
Then that first day of school looms on the horizon, and though I'm no longer school age, I say goodbye to the last Junior Hall, packing up and driving off for college, and I, too, am filled with promise.
I'm energized once again! So I suppose I will say goodbye for the summer after all. I just felt a couple of drops...I think a writing monsoon's on the way!
