I hate to be the one to say it but the summer is over, at least for me. It was a great ten weeks. I had lunch with many good friends. I hung out with the husband. I basically did what I wanted for the first time in almost twenty years. Usually I've always had a summer job, this year we decided to see if we could survive without one. We found out that we could! Did we have a lot of money? No but we certainly survived!
On the writing note, my fickle muse also seemed to be on summer vacation. I didn't write as much as what I want to which is always the case. Then low and behold, the returned from her own summer vacation yesterday. The words flowed, and flowed. My pen could hardly keep up. I could start talking about how upset I'm with her but I don't want her to go away again. My story is getting sooo good!!! Or maybe it's just me. Just the fact that I will have less time to write that forces me to write. Maybe I'm one of those people who can only write under pressure. Crap that isn't a great personality trait.
That's all for now,