Welcome to the heart of Summer. I am fresh back from vacation and far from rested. Have you ever noticed that you kind of need a vacation after a vacation? We spent 8+ days down South in Florida for both family time at Disney and also attending a national competition for dance.
What did I learn on my holiday? First and foremost, that although I love, love, love the sun. It hates me. It didn’t matter what I did, or what sunscreen I used, every day I got burned and crispy and sick. By the end of the trip I refused to go outside. No really, refused. We ended up spending the days at the museum of science. We still had fun, but really. What the heck? I then spent the week peeling like a lizard and itching like crazy. Why do you hate me, sunshine? Why?
Second, that some of these young dancers are just awesome. Their dedication, their determination, their…soul, is just awesome. I was happy watching all the dancing and seeing how good and how great some of these groups and lines were. It was a fun event and a learning experience. Our company did very well. We could always do better, but for this event, we did well.
Third, even though I had the best of intention, I did absolutely no writing the entire time I was away. I brought new fun pens and a new fun notebooks to temp me into writing, but alas, I didn’t. Not one single word. However, I did spend a bit of time in my head plotting and working on issues. That is part of the job, but I would have felt better had I spend even just an hour working. I didn’t. So this week, I am working extra hard to try to finish up my current WIP. I am on the home stretch where I have to tie up all loose ends and give a climactic ending all at the same time. There will be blood, there will be violence, there will be sadness. Oh yes, I got this. I will be working hard this week and maybe part of next, but this first draft will be done by the end of the month. It will.
Here are a few photos of my holiday for you entertainment:
Proof of the sun's hatred.
A day at Disney's Animal Kingdom, my favorite of the parks.
You know you are a dancer, when...
The ever elusive, Seren. Get a peek now, as her photos on line are few and far between.