by Linore Rose Burkard, @LinoreRBurkard
It's summertime and the living is easy….right? Perhaps not. Most of us still slog to the office or work long hours. But whether you get to take a vacation, kick your feet up, enjoy a splash at the shore—or not—I offer this post in the spirit of summer fun.
It happened the other morning as I was enjoying the swing in my backyard. Looking around at the explosion of early summer growth in the garden and flower beds, I saw chores waiting. Chores I hadn't gotten to because of my writing, mostly. And so I did what any writer would do: (No, I didn't don the gardening gloves and get to work.) I wrote a poem! Yes, it's an exaggeration, but I think many of us who tend home and family and garden as well as writing novels will admit to entertaining such "Wishful Thinking."
It's summertime and the living is easy….right? Perhaps not. Most of us still slog to the office or work long hours. But whether you get to take a vacation, kick your feet up, enjoy a splash at the shore—or not—I offer this post in the spirit of summer fun.
It happened the other morning as I was enjoying the swing in my backyard. Looking around at the explosion of early summer growth in the garden and flower beds, I saw chores waiting. Chores I hadn't gotten to because of my writing, mostly. And so I did what any writer would do: (No, I didn't don the gardening gloves and get to work.) I wrote a poem! Yes, it's an exaggeration, but I think many of us who tend home and family and garden as well as writing novels will admit to entertaining such "Wishful Thinking."