Summer. Everybody waits for it, but when it gets her, it is too damn hot. Because of the oppressive heat, I have been struggling to get up in the mornings, so today, I went out of writing routine. I got up, fed the kids, the cats, and the beta fish, and then, went back to bed. Then, and hour later, I got up, cleaned my room, swept, and did laundry. On cue, my husband came home with a load of vegetables and avocados, so I made us omelets for breakfast.
After all of that, I had the energy to write.
I put in a good eight pages into The Harvest. Sometimes the writing flows; some days it is so, so slow. Today, it mostly flowed. You can read the draft linked above. A number of my friends are actually reading the regular draft posts, but alas, no comments yet, which is fine. (Buy it when it's out.)
Well, I have to keep this one short, again. Today, I have a number of long meetings this afternoon and evening, but I will try to sneak in some writing time tonight. Unless it's too hot. Ha.
Write, just write through the swamp, whatever that is for you. #Resist
Dr. Jesú Estrada,