Or so the calendar says. How was your weekend? If you’re a dad and you’re reading, Happy Father’s Day. I hope you had a great one, and if you’re not a dad, that’s fine–I hope you could spend some time with the men in your life who helped show you the way, and thank them for the part they played, or are still playing, to help you become the best version of yourself.
I spent my first day of summer mowing some lawn. The good part was that I got out in the fresh air, breathing, sweating, what-have-ya. The bad-ish part was the 90-plus degree weather.
This marks the time kids are off from school (although schedules are different usually on that), people start looking forward to water, sports, water sports, cooling off, and what-have-ya.
It’s a special time, at least where I’m from, because we have lots of extremes here in the Midwest. I remember going to see my uncle in South Carolina. He’d come to the hotel, and then led me over to the window. “See all those girls in the water?”
“Yeah,” I said.
With his straightforward Southern manner, he said: “Those are all Yankees. Southern girls don’t get in the water until the temperature’s about 80.”
And I think he’d meant the water temp, too. Don’t know where that story came from, but there it is. I’d never had someone explain something in quite that way.
Have a great summer, and remember to write, if you do write, which is what I’m telling myself, too. I’ve heard writing benchmarks for seven words a day, one sentence a day–a little something is better than nothing.
And once you get in the groove, you may want to keep going on that character sketch, email subject line, novel or story outline, or what-have-ya.
Let’s try to keep the momentum built up from spring, the best we can.
Until next time,