Don’t get me wrong I love summer. I live in an area
known as the eastern most area of the San Francisco bay, which means we dodge
the June gloom of the city. The weather is beautifully bright and I want to be
out in it. The first thing to take me away from writing is the sunshine and
gardening. I love my roses and irises and spend long hours working in the yard.
Then there is biking and hiking. I love to bike in
the morning to escape the heat, and hike on weekends through our golden hills
at the foot of Mt. Diablo. Another distraction.
Then there is my grandkids, who spend weeks at a
time with us during the summer. I try to write when they go to bed, but usually
they wear me out, making it difficult to write. I just want to relax. Since I
run and bike early in the morning that sucks that time up.
Then there is camping trips with family or just me
and hub’s wanting to get away in the mountains to hike and get away from all
things electronic. I often bring a notebook and write long hand during those
trips. It’s amazing what I get done that way. No distractions other than a
squirrel or the occasional bear at night.
The answer to this is to write as many completed manuscripts
as humanly possible during the rest of the year, so when summer hits, I have
nothing bending. Right now I’m in the middle of completely my next release and
it can’t come at a worse time, with summer and all its distraction.
I’ve changed release dates because of this
situation, because it simply isn’t going to get done. I do love my summers, but
they are my greatest distraction.
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