"Let a joy keep you. Reach out your hands and take it when it runs by." --Carl Sandburg
Confession time: I've not been reading much. I've not been writing much.
A marathoner runs. A musician makes music. An artist creates. A writer reads. A writer writes.
For sure, there are times of allowances. Times of necessity. The unexpected. Loved ones in hospitals, nurturing times, reaching out times. Being available. Assisting. Caring. A writer after all is a real person and family member first. This past week was such a time over this way, and I'm glad I could be where I was to help.
But now...what? Well, it's time. Time to reevaluate. Time to reassess. Time to ramp up the reading, and reset the writing goals. Reach out the hands and recover the time when it runs by. Time to revisit the joy.
Summer may be all about recreation, reunions, relaxing, recharging. It's also a time (can you hear the engine starting up??) to:
That's what I'll be doing this week, revving up the r's...
What about you--how's the summer writing going for you? Or not...