Today is the first day of summer. Although it's gray and drizzly, it's supposed to clear up this afternoon.
This is a picture of the Halifax waterfront that comes alive with people and events in the summer. It's almost like we live in a beach resort for two months of the year.
I find it tough to write in the summer with the girls off of school and crazy schedules with their part time jobs. I'll be up early in the mornings to get the writing completed before the day gets away from me. I'm determined to finish the current MS and get a proposal off by the end of the summer. And start my next one.
Right now I'm writing the 3rd quarter of the book, after the big turning point in the middle but before the black moment to come. My hero and heroine are falling in love although they haven't acknowledged their feelings yet. I still need to maintain the tension, the feeling that the other shoe is about to drop. That's a balancing act I'm struggling with. The more I write, the more I realize I still have so much to learn.
I've had a few writing friends experience great success over the past couple of months. I'm happy and inspired by their sales but a part of me wonders why I'm sitting on the sidelines watching them reach for their goals while I let things slide rather than tackling my dreams with single minded determination.
Too much self-analysis for a Monday morning?