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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

Comments

  1. I'm still going to be a pain about you writing. Breaks are okay, but you're a storyteller...an excellent one.

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  2. Thanks Alan. WHY it took me this long to reply is beyond me. It must've been the sabbatical. I forgot everything.
    :)

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  3. Considering the fact that you posted in August and I responded in November, it probably took Blogger that long to process it. :)

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  4. Ha ha ha! You're awfully kind to an old lady like me who has memory problems. ;) Happy Palm Sunday to you.

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