I always take the a week to go bask in the summer sun with my beloved family—sitting on the swing with my bare toes in the lawn, admiring my beautiful vegetables bursting gloriously from their beds, smelling the rich, green scent of heat, and yelling at the cats for looking too seriously at all that nice, soft, litter-worthy soil around my treasured vegetables.
So today I’m going to send you on over to a post where we can talk together for just a little while about why writing is our chosen craft, why we do this work we do, why it’s the work that reminds us we’re alive.