Like most of the rest of the country, we've been suffering through a heat wave here in Michigan the last few weeks - with not much relief in sight! I don't do heat well - which is certainly one of the reasons I live in Michigan right next to Lake Michigan. If I wanted to suffer like this I would live in Utah or Wyoming or Arizona (which admittedly are all hotter than here right now).
I feel captive to air conditioning with supplimental fans, just to be able to get through the day and night. This is the time of year fruit is in abundance, but I hesitate to heat up the house baking a pie too often.
But worse, I don't feel like writing. It's fun to think about the other 9 months of the year - "spending the summer working on my novel." Year after year I assume that I will have more liesure, more energy and more inspiration during the summer, and year after year it just doesn't happen.
So this year, once again, I have put my novel to one side until September while I work on a project for the Box Factory for the Arts, which needs to be done by mid-September. And I'm treating myself to just writing for fun.
In this case that will be more small essay and poetry pieces for my National Park project. Tom and I have scheduled a quick trip to Southern Utah this fall and I can day dream about that and while away my time during these hot, hot days writing about the forests and canyons in cooler weather and anticipate another look at my beloved red rocks.
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