When I was a kid before HS and a summer job, summer for me meant uninterrupted reading, and usually for the first week, I could be found with a stack of books in the sun or shade, re-reading a series, one right after another, like popcorn. I liked re-reading as much as a first run through, unaware at the time that I was picking up a hundred different techniques and skills from vocabulary, pacing, sentence structure, character development, foreshadowing techniques and who knows whatnot. I still tell people who want to write for a living to read a lot, especially if they’re younger and have more free time.
The summer seemed to stretch for ages those first few days, and though I know the next six weeks are going to fly by, I have that feeling again today as I FINALLY sit down at my desk with no page proofs, no rewrites, no NOTHING that is going to come plopping down to distract me, and I can sit with my pile of ideas and chew through them like popcorn. I’ve got the month of August to write two novellas, and if I don’t dally, I can do it. The best part is that they aren’t Hollows related, but something from my “cabinet of awesomeness” that have been sitting for years as I work on other things.
It’s been ages and ages since I wrote anything with this amount of freedom, and it feels like summer.