A Sweet Sabbatical

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:

Watched a lot of this of my oldest:

Hung out with these two cuties some:

Agreed thoroughly with this statement:

Chilled with Team Spiva:

Did a little of this:

Put up with this sweet one's (my youngest) shenanigans:

Tried not to think how high up I was on this Tahoe gondola:

And now we're doing this (first day of school):

I also read a TON.

So, it's not like I was twiddling my thumbs.

But, it's back to it, I suppose ...

the whole writing thing

and here's hoping I'll have something written worth reading

soon.

Maybe.

-HJS