|With the West Neck Pod this past Saturday, |
honoring the children who died in the harbor
on July 4th, 2012. More soon on this from the Water-blog.
It's not easy. My life seems to lack a certain flow.
Plus, much as I scramble, there's no way I can cram accomplishing everything I wanted to all summer, into the remaining 24 days of one month.
I want June back.
I want July.
|My handsome hubby signing at a little get together at our house|
for my birthday this July.
I WANT A SUMMER REDO!
I feel panicked as, around me, friends in warmer states (actual states, I mean, like Arizona and Florida) tweet and facebook about returning to their classrooms, about their kids going back to school.
BACK TO SCHOOL. ARE YOU KIDDING?!?!?!
*searches frantically for healthy denial*
I need summer.
I need warmth and open water,
|This was me in June.|
Don't I look accomplished and hopeful?!
I. Need. Time.
I know, I know. I'm starting to sound like a broken record. But I'm trying. I'm really trying.
I'm doing my best to keep my time on social networking limited.
Facebook, you know I LOVE YOU, but you won't get these manuscripts revised.
In other repeated news: I'm doing THIS SWIM on August 11th, to raise money for cancer research. For those who don't already know, I'm swimming in honor of a little boy named Lane Goodwin who's been battling a rare and ugly form of cancer for a few years. He's my hero. If you can donate a buck or two to my swim, I'd be grateful. EVERY DOLLAR RAISED goes DIRECTLY to the cause.*
My "Frankie" revisions are turned in to my agent. They go to my editor on September 1.
And, on August 25th, an attempt at a five-mile swim.
I already know, none of it will be enough. I already know, there will be loss and regret and longing.
If only I could get a redux.
If only I could figure out how to embrace the fall.
*according to information from the Swim, due to adequate corporate sponsorship, all admin costs are covered and all donations go 100% to the cancer research orgs.