Summer's End
In Sonnet XLVI of Fatal Interview, Edna St. Vincent Millay writes about "no such summer as the one before" to describe the end of a relationship. But in a broader context, that phrase has always stuck in my mind as a reflection of the general passing of time, because no two summers are exactly the same.
In old journals, each September I would characterize the season with a few words: the summer of garage sales, when we seemingly had to stop at each and every one so my daughter could look for inexpensive treasures. The summer my kids learned to swim, or the one when my son broke his ankle. There were summers of mastering the claw machine (the arcade game where the kids try to grab a prize with a swinging metal crane), of their driving lessons, of preparing to test for my black belt in Isshinryu karate, and of celebrating the publication of my first novel (Pandemic was a July release).
Of course, summer is an arbitrary choice. I could make lists for "the winter of" or "the spring of," but I blame Millay. More so than New Year's Eve or birthdays, this season has always been the most poignant passage of time for me. (You can read the complete poem here.)
How about you? How do different seasons resonate emotionally?
Of course, summer is an arbitrary choice. I could make lists for "the winter of" or "the spring of," but I blame Millay. More so than New Year's Eve or birthdays, this season has always been the most poignant passage of time for me. (You can read the complete poem here.)
How about you? How do different seasons resonate emotionally?
IWSG Blog Hop
The monthly blog hop is another way that shows time flying by! Each month, the Insecure Writers Support Group poses an optional question that members can answer in their blog posts. Special thanks to Alex Cavanaugh for founding IWSG and to this month's hosts: Gwen Gardner, Doreen McGettigan, Tyrean Martinson, Chemist Ken, and Cathrina Constantiner.
The question for September is:
The question for September is:
If you could pick one place in the world to sit and write your next story, where would it be and why?
I’m revising a story set at a lake in the Poconos, and it would be amazing to stare at the setting while I write for the next few months. But working at home in NJ with my dog nearby is a close second choice.
 Pennsylvania |  Luna in my writing chair |
How do you choose settings for your writing?
Is your latest story set in a real place?
Is your latest story set in a real place?
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