The heat index is rising. My attention span is shrinking. Summer in New Orleans makes me drowsy—almost instantly once I step outside. It may seem counterproductive to getting anything done, but this is actually the perfect weather for daydreaming.
I sat on my back steps this morning just enjoying the smell of green and the shade even though it was already 80 degrees. It took all my concentration not to slip into a trance right then and there. Some days I just want to play hooky, put up my hammock and daydream the whole day away. (Of course, I never do.) Summer is still my favorite season, despite the heat.
Maybe because it's so easy to experience private moments in time that drag out forever, as New Orleans summer days are wont to do. To live in that moment and let the whole world fall away until it's just me and an ephemeral soap-bubble of an idea. An idea so fragile it might pop and disappear completely, lost to me forever.
“All writers are vain, selfish and lazy, and at the very bottom of their motives lies a mystery. Writing a book is a long, exhausting struggle, like a long bout of some painful illness. One would never undertake such a thing if one were not driven by some demon whom one can neither resist nor understand.” ~George Orwell
I'm a YA writer who delves into urban fantasy, paranormal and romance, and who loves reading good books almost as much as writing them.
When not writing—or working—I enjoy daydreaming, drinking tea, and walking in cemeteries. I used to spend the rest of my time checking my inbox for manuscript requests, but am now proudly represented by Rosemary Stimola, of Stimola Literary Studio.