Roadblock in the Sun
I am a writing junkie. I always have plots spinning in my head, and I’ve always a notebook with me so I can record ideas and descriptions of people and places. But, yeah, I have a roadblock when it comes to my writing. It is a big, wonderful, amazing, joyous roadblock that I purposely let slow my writing every year.
Oh, I love summer. I love the sun on my back, the smell of the flowers in my yard, the sound of a sky full of birds, the rhythmic background of the trains that chug by behind my house. At night I love the fireflies that play across the farm field, mixed with the stars, it is a magical vista. Living in the sticks, there’s no light pollution to interfere.
Summer is the Best.
Perhaps I was a lizard in a previous life.
I take my laptop out onto the back porch, and I write there from May through September. So, yeah, for five months out of the year my writing is ever beset by one big roadblock. Certainly I write. Certainly I make my deadlines. But I do not take on as many projects then. (To compensate I overload myself in the other seven months.) Life is too short not to enjoy the SUMMER.
I set goals so I can straddle the roadblock. Write 500 words = a tennis ball tossing session with my dogs. Write another 500 words = sit on the bench by the kiddie pool and watch the dogs play (and get myself pleasantly soaked in the process). Write 500 words = pick some flowers. Write 250 words = another tennis ball tossing session. Write 100 words = a brief sit in the sun.
I write more, and have few distractions, when it’s cold and yucky out. The seasons dictate my productiveness.
I have dogs…and they LOVE summer. I have a screened-in back porch with a ceiling fan and a big oscillating fan on a post, and a box fan against the floor—which all are spinning merrily when the temperatures climb into the 90s. I won’t allow my dogs to get too hot. My pug…I shut my best friend in the house where it is air conditioned if there’s a hint of swelter in the air.
The porch has a doggie-door so my friends can go in and out of the fenced backyard as they please. It has a big table and a comfortable office chair (both purchased at Walmart on SALE). It has a lounge swing my father-in-law made, and it has a canvas beach chair. The swing and the beach chair are occupied by my dogs when they’re not out cavorting.
BIG ROADBLOCK, SUMMER.
And that’s okay. I don’t try to knock the roadblock down. I don’t want a scratch put on that beautiful roadblock. I work around it. I wrap my arms around the roadblock because I love it. Indeed, I embrace my roadblock.
Yep, big roadblock. And it’s MINE.