Now if you'd popped into my chats with my editor lately, you'd think I was crazy saying thank you for Summer. :::Shrugs::: There are days I love summer vacation. Then there are days when, doggone it, I wish I had my schedule.
I'm one of those people who needs my cds alphabetized, my books in publication order (after being organized by author name, alphabetically), and my schedule in order.
I like being able to get up, get tot off for school, get the day job accomplished, and then have a few hours of my own to write. Now this doesn't always happen. There are doctor appts., vet appts., grocery store runs...you get the idea. I like having that little bit of time to myself where I can pen my thoughts, pen my characters, and plan out the next stories.
A couple days ago I wanted to string up the person who invented summer vacation. I did. I had a ton of things to do and not enough time to get them done. I happened to be grumbling about it when my tot strolled up to me.
"Uh, mom, didn't you used to just NEED summer break when you were my age?"
Um...(hanging head) I did. When I was in school, man I couldn't wait to get to the summer break. Couldn't wait to get to the blessed time of the year when I could sleep in, do sort of what I wanted, and just be.
Can I blame the tot for wanting that? Heck no.
I just have to wrap my head around the fact that, gee, I need my schedule back.
So I really do love Summer break. We get to camp (I'm gritting my teeth as I smile...I am not a camper girl), go to the Rock Hall, take the top off the Jeep, and hang out. I'll get some writing done after they all go to sleep. I have the gentle evening breeze and the silence. I love it.
Yeah, I do love summer.
(But I'm ready for September...I didn't say that...maybe I did.)