Technically, it’s still summer for a month or so. But I spent this week at the beach, and there’s just something about that last day, walking through the sand, that makes me think of that song, “Sealed with a Kiss.”
And yes, I know it’s not “goodbye TO the summer, but rather “FOR the summer.” But work with me here, people. I’m going with poetic license to make a writing point.
Yes, you were wondering when I’d quit whining and get to the writing. Ahem.
Have you ever considered the seasons of your writing? I work year round, almost every day, writing. But the work is not always that productive.
There are dry spells when the words and thoughts swirl by like dust motes and try as I might to catch them…swoosh, they blow right past.
Sometimes, a cold wind seeps into my writing, freezing a story in its tracks. I have to wait, then, for a crack of a bright idea to melt the sticking plot points.
And writing in the summer…well, there are days when a sudden squall pops up and the words flow, rushing from my neurons to the page. But there are more days when it’s just too hot to think up brilliant stuff, and I sit at my chair, thoughts languishing.
Then that first day of school looms on the horizon, and though I’m no longer school age, I say goodbye to the last Junior Hall, packing up and driving off for college, and I, too, am filled with promise.
I’m energized once again! So I suppose I will say goodbye for the summer after all. I just felt a couple of drops…I think a writing monsoon’s on the way!
Cathy C. Hall Writes 
There is a quickening that happens when you see the first 'back to school' commercial.
Which beach did you trasipse?I too thought I would get a lot of writing done, but when I plunk my butt in chair, hubby decides to come in and empty trash cans, the shredder, do the check book and talk himself through every little thing…to the point of my distraction. So, I go back to my fun read, Whistling in the Dark by Lesley Kagen written from a preteen girl's pov set in 1950s.
Even though Fall here in FL isn't the same as Fall in a lot of other places, I still get excited – I think it's all the sales on school supplies. 🙂
Sally, that's exactly it!Linda, I was basking at Tybee Island (I have family there). Your fun read sounds good! (I'm adding it to my list.)Hahaha! Madeline, there's nothing like the smell of a new, freshly sharpened pencil!
Very poetic, Cathy, and inspirational.I love the beginning of the school year. It's such an full-of-promise-and-hope time.Donna
Ahhhh, the start of school. If you hear strange noises coming from the direction of my house, that's just me mourning the departure of my summer free time. But then I go to Target and see all the pretty new school supplies. Stocking up on new markers, crayons, and glue has a way of cheering me up. Wishing you a massive monsoon!
I think if you liked school, Donna, you never get over that excitement of learning!Of course, Deb, one has to get past that initial end-of-summer moan first.;-)Wishing your crowd happy monsoon days, too!
Personally, I love it when you go to the beach.
Aw, Bill, go on with you. ;-)(We love seeing you, too!)
I know summer's not over but I agree with you. The end of a vacation always marks the end of summer for me too. I used to love that song–by Brian Hyland, right?
We didn't make it to the beach this summer, though we were in Florida over spring break…does that count? I do so love the beach! All that lovely, salty, sticky, sandiness! *sigh* Writing seasons, huh? Well that sure explains a lot. Must be winter for me right now. That means there's soon to be a spring thaw, right?
Anita, yes, it's Brian Hyland. Love that song, too!And Lisa, we're due for a change in seasons, huh? 🙂