Of course many/most of you have been through this already. Did it feel that way for you?
I have been reading more than writing lately, although I do poke along at a couple hundred words a day. Sometimes you paddle along in the lazy river of writing, adding, changing, deleting, and sometimes you hit a waterfall where you write like falling, a thousand words in a few hours. You emerge at the bottom, dazed and changed, and the river slows again. I am in the laziest part of a lazy river now. I have to trail a hand in the water sometimes, just to believe I am moving.
We are in the end of summer now. You can feel that the light has changed. June feels new, July feels like everything blooming. By August the end is in the smell of the wind. I am ready, I suppose, for the slow slide into fall.
