About a month or so from now, summer will begin to wane. The myriad of garden colors will be replaced by fading green and then the ground will be crunchy brown with the leftovers. Not seeking to wish away time I look forward to fall because it is my season.
Had an awesome vacation with
family and away from words. The breather stoked bonds and mental acuity. Memories
fill my heart. News is depressing and it has been god-awful hot but windows are
open today. Air conditioners resting until tomorrow.
This first free of time-clock
summer is a god-send. The writing life is a dream come true. I am blessed and
grateful. And best of all I am making real progress and have not given up on
the belief that regardless of that which may prejudice an agent or publishers
mind (age), it’s all about the story.
The title, STANDING IN FRONT OF
SEPTEMBER
While here, the buds are starting to form, reading to bloom as we move to spring (my favourite season).
ReplyDeleteHey AJ.
DeleteFor about a year I lived in 'Jo-burg' South Africa. The flip of the seasons was really something to get used to. We live our lives one way, so attuned to the seasons for instance, all the time not really thinking about the reverse on the other side of our big blue planet.
Ah spring, the best is yet to come.