Writing through the Summer Mugginess

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