This summer, I have decided to make a go of being a professional writer and urban farmer. Normally I would work summer school and pretend that I would use my extra free time to do more writing, but it never seemed to work out like that. For one thing, summer school means getting up early and heading off to work, just like the regular school year. No time for gardening in the cool morning air that way. Returning home at noon doesn’t help – it’s hot then. Besides the kids have to get in a full day’s worth of behaviors in just half a day, so I’d get home feeling like I’d worked a full day already so doing any kind of yard work in the heat of the afternoon wasn’t all that appealing. Writing didn’t happen all that much in those days either. I had to recover from working you see. Then I had to get the yard and housework done – which meant more procrastinating. Before I knew it, it was dark, the lawn still needed to be mowed and I hadn’t written a single word.
Well not this year. This year I’m still going to set my alarm. But instead of rushing off to school, I’m going to head out into the garden. A couple of hours of weeding, watering, and mowing should bring me into the heat of the day. That would be a good time to come in, clean up and sit down to write. No need to recover from gardening. A couple of hours of writing and I can go do other things that summer is good for: swimming, walking, shopping, hanging out with friends. I’ll come home from any of that, relaxed and ready to write some more. I’ll even have more time in the evenings to play with my Sweetie.
That’s the theory anyway. We’ll see how it goes. So far, even though summer break is barely a week old, I’ve already got the two beds fully planted. I’m working on getting the mulch in around them so that the weeds can’t grow. I’ve kept up with the mowing (I use a manual so I have to mow a bit more often, but it’s quiet so I can do it in the early mornings).
Writing wise, things have been going well too, but that’s the subject of another post.