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
5/3/2020 08:13:07 am
Well, everyone has been waiting for summer season. You are not a beach person if you are don't anticipate the coming of this season since most of the time, people love going through bodies of water while it's hot. There are some people who hate it, while there are some who love it either. It depends upon what we like and how we want to spend the said season! There are some who prefer living in the center of a cold season and I don't have any problem with it.
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