I confess I’m sad that August is almost here! Even though I have lots of travel planned, and my daughter’s birthday is next week, it feels as if the end is near. A girl can get used to life without snow and winter coats. Of course, I probably should move out of New England for that.
After returning from vacation, my natural urge to pull back and take stock is kicking into high gear. I feel the urge to save time, spend less, trim down, and throw out!
I’m feeling the need to savor the warm days and enjoy the cool nights. Time to invite people over to the house for play dates, potlucks, and drinkypoos.
With my travel and back to school shopping just around the corner, I need to keep my spending in check. Time to start saving for something else worth my time.
September may be a good month for a purge.
Time for a "life cleanse." More on that later.
Also, it's time for me to get moving. Haven't worked out at all this past month. I've spent much of my free time working on the manuscript instead of getting to the gym. I can feel (and see) the difference.
Last night was the first time all summer that I've taken the kids for a walk. They've had an active summer at day care because they've gone swimming nearly every day. Me? I spend my days riding a desk. Time to trade in the desk for a bike.
North American Review has a review of Underlife and a new poem of mine in the Winter 2010 issue (yikes … winter!) Thanks to Vince Gotera and NAR for the kind words! It really is a nice publication, one I will subscribe to in the near future.
And with every acceptance comes a rejection, from The New Yorker. HA! What can I say? I was feeling supremely optimistic when I sent in my poems. I believe in aiming high. Besides, shouldn’t every writer have one rejection notice from The New Yorker? I’ll wear it like a badge of honor. Once rejection certainly won’t stop me from trying again in a few months.