I’m always shocked when the calendar turns to August – it stuns and saddens me. I’m a teacher and this depicts the truth:
I feel this is my last week of vacation. Next week I have to go into school twice, one day to prepare and one day for orientation with the kids. I’m not ready, I’m not ready to wear long pants, I’m not ready to wear shoes, I’m not ready to get up to an alarm clock and I’m definitely not ready to give up my morning hours in my peaceful and calm writing room.
I’ll survive, I hope to spend most of this week working on the final edits of the latest Cassie book – I’m excited about that. Then I guess it will be back to stealing a few hours writing time in the afternoon. One way or another I'll get my writing time in.