Ah, this morning marks the end of summer vacation for the school kids in our area. I’ll be alone once more from 7:30 AM until 3:30 PM. With the end of summer break goes my last excuse for not working on my newest novel. (Sequel to Winter of the Heart)
Normally during summer break I continue to write. I just do it late at night or early in the morning before anyone else stirs, but my mind this summer has mimicked the weather. Stagnant. Since June we’ve been stuck in a pattern of excessive heat and humidity. Today is no different with an expected high of 100 degress and 100+ for the end of the week. If I were the right kind of person, this would have worked to my advantage. Being too hot to do any of the things I love doing outdoors, I should have been content to sit in my air conditioned office and write. But no, I persisted in braving the heat to garden, to hike, to fish and even to teach my fifteen-year-old to drive. Then I’d trudge back to sit in front of the blank screen of my notebook, feeling as though my brain had boiled in the heat and hoping for inspiration that never came.
I kept telling myself, there’s always tomorrow. Well tomorrow is today and I’m determined to fill that large white page with something, even if it’s only nonsense. Sometimes just putting words down, any words, will kick start the creative process. We’ll see.