This is the only kid-free week I have this summer. One child is at a grandparent’s house, another at sleep-away camp, and the third is at a day camp here. I’m trying to ignore the disaster that is my house to get some concentrated writing done. Wish me luck!
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Write a thank you note. It can be to a sibling or parent for helping you with something, a friend for hosting a playdate, a babysitter for taking good care of you. Tell them specifically why you appreciate what they did for you.
P.S. Don’t forget to follow the 2013 SWP4K Pinterest Board to keep track of all the writing prompts for this summer!
Summer is the season of eating at our house. Because that’s all we do all summer day. Eat, draw. Eat, play. Eat, read. Eat, pool, Eat, sleep.
I decided this summer not to buy any junk food. We rarely let it into the house to begin with, but we have always been big fans of Pirates Booty. And Annie’s Bunnies. Well, I still buy tortilla chips, but that’s because we make guacamole and pico de gallo at least once a week. And please don’t tell me that guacamole can be eaten with carrots and celery sticks instead. Because I won’t give up my tortilla chips not matter what.
Food prep this summer hasn’t been too bad because this summer, I have an extra set of hands (Eldest’s) able to chop veggies somewhat competently. And my almost 9 year-old can make most breakfasts and lunches. And even my 5 year-old can unload the dishwasher reasonably well.
But, oh, the amount of eating going on in this house right now.
I had another one of those amazing weekends with writers that nourishes the soul. First, I attended a reading with Anis Shivani and Ajay Vishwanathan as part of the Lost in the Letters reading series, followed by great conversation at Manuel’s Tavern. Saturday, I went to see the play Seminar at the Actor’s Express. It was about a group of writers who meet regularly to workshop their writing. It was hysterical, and really nailed the psychological states that writers go through when sharing their work with others.
Then yesterday, I had a board meeting for the Atlanta Writers Club, where we spent a long time talking about our centennial celebration next April. (Wow. The AWC has been around for 100 years!)
Have I mentioned how much I love this writing town?