It’s July. July? Once again, the summer is getting away from me, though this one is a little worse than most. For the last couple of years, we’ve been planning and then building a house (pictures to come) and we’re now at the part where decisions have to be made every day concerning, well, everything. Every. Little. Thing. It’s overwhelming, but I can’t complain. This house has been a 25+ year dream in the making and, once I’m there, I’m not going anywhere. This will be my last house.
Not surprisingly, building a house and having two teenagers at home hasn’t been great for the writing routine. For now, I’m just catching what time I can for my own work, but for the first time in years, I’m having serious trouble with focus. Happily, I go to what I can best be described as “grown up summer camp” at the end of the month. I’ll be attending the Sewanee Writers’ Conference as a Tennessee Williams Scholar, a fact that I still can’t believe. I’m dreading the workshop (because I’m terribly under-confident about the beginning novel chapters I submitted to be reviewed), but I’m looking forward to meeting other writers and listening to so many that I really admire. This will likely be my last post until I get back, so, until then, check out all the great details about the conference. Happy summer, everybody!