I’m experiencing a new phenomenon this year–I call it the ‘Dog Days of Writing’, where, like the ‘Dog Days of Summer‘, our weather is so hot and humid that the only thing I want to do is stretch out on a lawn swing and try to catch a bit of a breeze.
I know that I should be writing.
This is the time of year I looked forward to all winter, when thoughts of sunny days at my cottage where I would sit and write to my heart’s content were the only bright spots in life during the snow storms and howling winds of January and February.
And it’s not as if I wasn’t prepared for summer at my cottage: I had wireless internet hooked up so that I can stay ‘connected’; I have my six-year-old laptop and my one-year-old iPad with me; I brought files of story ideas to work on; I stocked up on club soda and coolers to quench my thirst during my writing marathons; I bookmarked inspiring articles and blogs to nudge me, in the remote chance that my brain would need nudging to be creative; and I even packed my concert-sized ukulele so that I could practice playing it during my ‘spare’ time.
I do use my laptop and iPad–I read blogs, read ebooks, read and send emails, check Facebook, look at Pinterest, skim posts and possible books to read on Goodreads, check Smashwords and Amazon to see if I’ve sold any books there, and play hundreds if not thousands of games of Bejeweled Blitz.
My files sit unopened on my bed, my supply of club soda and coolers has been depleted and restocked several times, I’ve read the bookmarked articles and blogs that should have inspired me to sit down and write, but they didn’t, and the only time my ukulele has seen the light of day was a few moments last weekend when I took it out of its case to show to a visitor.
‘Dog Days’ has officially kicked my literary butt; I am a loser with a capital L on my sweaty forehead. I have wasted weeks that I will never get back, I have lost valuable time bowing to the internet gods, I will humbly wear my shame with my bathing suit (it’s too hot to wear anything else), and I vow to make amends come September, when the weather cools to a lovely comfortable temperature–perfect for writing, I’m sure.
Until then, I have two bachelorette parties to prepare for (one at my home and one at my cottage), I have my brother and sister-in-law arriving soon for a two-week visit, I have a wedding rehearsal supper to plan, and I have my daughter’s wedding on Aug 25 to cap off everything. (Oh, plus I have the morning-after-the-wedding get-together at my house where the bride and groom will open their cards and gifts and everyone will ‘ooh’ and ‘ahh’ over them while we stuff our cheeks with muffins and dip our scones into steaming cups of coffee.)
After all of that is over, I will write. I will write diligently and faithfully every day until blog posts are posted, books are completed, and truckloads of money start pouring in from retailers and publishers world-wide.
I could be in for a long, sleepless September! Maybe I’d better go have a nap on my swing now, just in case.