Summer’s coming to an end, and writing for my part has been moving at a snail’s pace. At the beginning of August, I was the queen of high hopes: make progress on my YA novel, write 500 picture books, and come up with solutions for world peace and hunger. Okay, maybe the latter three were a bit ambitious, but a girl can dream, right?
So the summer progressed with my sending out one picture book. El numero uno. I suppose one is better than zero. I also started on another picture book and made some progress, “some” being the operative word, on my YA novel. A start. Baby steps.
And speaking of baby steps, my son, who’s no longer a baby, starts second grade next week. Where did the time go?
How was your summer? Did you accomplish all that you set out to do? Read any amazing books?
I would like to note that unlike myself, the bugs on the North Fork of Long Island have been extremely busy little beavers. I have been bitten by EVERYTHING this summer, and stung by two extremely vindictive bees. The first bee was upset because I stepped on him while going into the pool. The second one, who must have been friends with the first bee, was just pure evil. He staked out a spot in my sneaker.