A Work in Progress

I have a confession to make: I didn't write this summer. Like, not at all. Seriously, those aren't the best words coming from a writer. But, you know what, I'm okay with that. Why? Because I really couldn't write. I literally had no will, or want, to write anything. Okay. Another confession: I did write a poem or two. But, they were absolute trash. Which again, I'm okay with.  No one but me will ever see those. And now that we're being honest, I have to be even more honest and say I had the most fun hanging with my kids, rather than writing.  Because, it wasn't forced and I didn't have any deadlines or crazy things I HAD to write. Nope. None of that. And I liked it. A summer off. A sabbatical, if you will. Just me, the kids, the pool and everything else in between. What is "in between" you say? Well here, let me share.  I went here (thanks Aunt Shelby!):  I did a lot of this: Wat