You would think I'd have more time to post now that I'm on break for the summer, but the reverse seems to be true, since it's been months and months since I last posted. It's finally not scorchingly, awfully hot here. It was actually quite nice stepping out onto the porch this morning and breathing in a breath of fresh air. Last night before the heat broke I was standing by the screen door watching my son and the waves of heat coming in the door felt like blasts froma furnace. I remember thinking, if it were winter, this would feel good. But it wasn't and it didn't. You know it's hot when you lie on the hammock with the sprinkler alternately sprinkling you and the lawn and you get hot again before the sprinkler comes back to you. If you couldn't tell, I'm not a big fan of it being hot outside. I would much rather be cold than hot. Enough about that.
I was thinking the other day about a story I wanted to write. I tend to think big -- long stories, novels, series, etc... In reality I don't have time to do this, so I thought, well how about if I just write part of it -- start small -- make it a short story, then work from there. So I'm going to give it a try. I'll let you know how it goes.
My son is growing fast -- it's hard to beleive. He talks up a storm and loves to be outside exploring. Mostly this is a good thing. Not so good when he goes wandering off from the yard or chases a bird down the path into the woods. Right now he is also enamored with berries. Every time we go out in the yard he wants to go for a ride and hunt for berries. And let me tell you, he lets you know if sees some, especially if you are trying to sneak past and get back home without stopping.
Friday, August 04, 2006
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The only way to start is to start small.
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