suddenly you look up and july is 3/4 of the way done.
when not sorting water colors or crayons or construction paper, i have someone managed to pass the summer:
volunteering at rock camp
socializing post-rock camp (this included several nights of convincing myself i am of fit age/mind to stay out until 4 a.m. or so)
writing more little songs/poems than actual manuscript material
making jokes out of gre vocabulary words
listening to holly miranda
learning new bike routes
watching professor get fat
…i have the whole month of august off, and am hoping/praying/preparing to write daily and get to a beach (any beach!) as much as i possibly can. the looming pressure of applying to mfa programs is slowly shifting from the fantasy sector of my brain into the panic portion.
meanwhile, my horoscope says big things are happening this month. i’m hoping a draft of a killer new story is one of those things.