How was your weekend? Mine was the usual comics and crosswords sallying forth.
Today is the start of August 2016. Which is really cool, because most of the time, I don’t get to post on the very first day of a month.
I’m still working on my newest project (which I plan to let you know about as soon as it’s done), and the webinar for the novel contest I entered last month will be airing tomorrow. I’ll get to learn more about how to effectively hook readers, even if I didn’t win any of the prize money (I’m hoping I did, of course).
So it’ll be a good time, I’m figuring.
Now, let’s get to it for today.
Something hit me yesterday, and I don’t know if you feel this way, too.
I hate summer sometimes–and it’s not the weather.
Maybe it’s me. Maybe it’s the fact that I just finished reading a YA book that’s set in the summer, right before school starts. I don’t know.
But something hit me when I was doing dishes last night, and that got me really bummed. What’s that?
There are times, for me, that summer only reminds me of stuff I’m not doing. It’s August. Summer’s almost officially over (the first day of fall isn’t until September 22nd, but still). I’m trying to put things into words, and I’m coming up short…I think of all the wasted time I’ve had over the years–times I didn’t work when I should have, and what-have-ya.
Time isn’t something you can get back, and we only get one summer a year. I’m conscious of all that, but especially during the summer months. That’s why I started this latest project–I want to look back on the summer and say I did something–I want to point at it and say “That’s what I got done,” instead of just saying “Hey I did XYZ for my clients this month” or “I finished up ABC for someone else,” especially regarding my own projects.
I was to try to be better at getting more done, but not only that. I want to make it meaningful too.
Apologies on the rant–it’s just for some reason winter doesn’t make me feel this way–maybe it’s also the fact that my main editing client lets up in the summer.
Again, I don’t know. And I don’t know if everyone feels this way–maybe they’re too busy conquering the world to write out how the seasons make them feel.
How about you? Have you ever felt how I sometimes do when summer’s here? Drop me a line in the comments.
And here’s what I want you to take away–make the biggest difference for as many people as you can this summer, no matter what.
That’s what I’ll be trying to do, too.
Until next time,