August.

Yup. It’s August. I’m sure most of you already noticed this, but I’m still having trouble letting go of July. After all, July is so “ah, it’s warm and the summer is all before me.” August? Not so much. August is more sweaty subway platforms and the looming weight of September bearing down on you.

I have three weeks until I head back to the classroom and begin shaping the minds of another hundred or so college students. Three weeks seems at once so much and so little. What to do?

It is clearly time for something new. I’ve been studiously researching and brainstorming and I think I’m zeroing in on what I want to write next…but the world building is proving difficult (read: fun as all get-out, but hard). So I’m thinking I’ll start with a few exploratory short stories and try fleshing out my ideas that way. We’ll see how it goes.

My husband and I areĀ also planning an end-of-summer, get-the-hell-out-of-NYC’s-sweltering-wasteland trip to Nova Scotia. By this, I mean that I’m planning the trip and my husband is making noises like he might show up at the airport if I tell him when and where.

So, yeah, that’s pretty much my ideaĀ for August. Get some new stories written, complain about the heat, and go hiking inĀ Nova Scotia.