I have been floating aimlessly through the summer, slightly overwhelmed by all the fun I'm forced to have and having a hard time finding time to write. Actually, the last few weeks the extreme heat has even turned my floating into more of a slow melting. If it was hard to write while busy with fun, it is even worse gooey.
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(image by Constantina Dirica via sxc.hu)
Has my ability to write ended? Clearly I don't have what it takes to be a writer, because a little bit of sunshine is enough to undo me! How can I make progress with sun lotion on my hands, blinking lightning bugs, and the roar of happy laughter?
I even turned my malaise into this delightful poem:
You cunning knave,
Tempting me with warm sun,
Tricking me into hula hooping,
Calling me to the beach...
While quietly, sneakily, devilishly
Stealing my writing time
Right from under my nose.
--By Lauri Meyers, 2013
Then déjà vu swept over me. Perusing last year's blog posts, it seems I felt exactly the same way last July 18th when I challenged myself to send 10 submissions in July.
The power of a tough goal with a deadline spurred me into action, and somehow I was able to meet that challenge (though it seems entirely unreasonable right now.)
The one problem with the goal last year was "10" had no significance. So this year I'm proclaiming "7 Submissions in July!" Y'know, because July is the seventh month.
Well, yes, 7 is less than 10.
No, I'm most certainly not being chicken; 7 has significance.
At least I didn't do "8 in August" to get an extra 4 weeks.
Now, now, stop that! Your loud clucking is distracting me from finishing this blog post.
So who will join me in making a submission goal this July?