Image by oedipusphinx via FlickrDear Fall,
I miss you, buddy. Been a long time - almost a year, no? Although you have teased me with your rain and cooler temperatures this week, I know that you are still a month away. In other parts of the country, school has already begun, but here in the Northeast, we don't start until your cool winds tinge the ends of the leaves gold. I'm getting impatient for the sense of routine you bring with you. Summer is starting to drive me a little crazy, what with it's hazy, lazy days and lack of structure. I've been all over the place, the kids are out of camp and school, and all of our friends (including us) have been unavailable, taking their various vacations.
You know me, Fall. I am someone who needs a structure. I need a set routine in order to be creative, rather than just chaotic.
It's been too long since I've been able to work on my own writing, other than my attempts at Lit.Life blogging. (Still, this has helped my mental state, having this commitment to myself to get something down and out.) I finally received the meaty editorial letter from my most excellent agent two weeks ago, and have been chomping at the bit to dive back into my manuscript, but between teaching, vacation, settling into a new house and my own kids I haven't had the time or the head space.
So please Fall, bring on a sweet schedule that includes three hours a day of writing, three hours a day of teaching, two hours a day of the "business" of emails and lunches and social networking, one hour for exercise, and the other 15 for sleeping and my family!
Oh, and if your winds could blow some far out reviews of EDGES before it comes out in December, that would be swell.