The worst/best part about summer is that it’s summer. As a college professor, I have the whole summer off from work. This is, of course, glorious. And it could (should, that is) mean I get obscene amounts of writing done.
But free time is a dangerous thing.
Free time can be used for writing, yes. It can also be used for a lot of other things that do not include writing.
So when summer rolls around I have to be extra vigilant and very organized.
Step one: schedule lots of writing dates with your writing buddies.
Luckily for me, a very awesome fellow writer lives quite near me. We meet up periodically in coffee shops around Manhattan and Brooklyn and force each other to actually write (well, I mean, we chat an awful lot too, but what do you expect??).
Today we’re headed to Chelsea to check out Fika. I plan to slog through the last few pages of edits to the novel and then work on the cover letter, which is currently in a malaise of mediocre.
Wish me luck!