Is there any better time of year? I guess we all have our preferences but for me personally I am a summer person all the way. Every year when summer rolls around I always take a moment to be grateful that I’ve lived to see another one. Not that I expect to die any time soon, but one never knows. Summer, especially in Canada, is a rare and beautiful gift. One that should not be squandered and I spend as much time as I can soaking up the warm sunshine to prepare for the horrors that are to come. As George R.R. Martin so aptly put it, “Winter is coming.” Whenever I hear that line I’m convinced he’s writing about Canada, not the seven kingdoms in his novels.
Don’t get me wrong. I know winter is important. Like every season it has its place. And as much as I love beautiful weather it seems that every climate that has nothing but summer like conditions year round produces some type of scary animal or insect that will kill and eat humans just for shits and giggles. Cold seems to kill those things off before they can evolve, so that’s a big plus for Old Man Winter.
I missed a good chunk of last summer when I was sick. I spent four weeks in the hospital and didn’t really get to do much of anything fun. This year I have been running around with my kiddos as much as I can. The problem is I also have a novel to finish. Progeny is due out in October and that means the draft for the betas will have to be cemented by no later than late August or early September. I love writing, but it’s cramping my summer style. I spent four hours at Starbucks today, and made great progress, but every few minutes I kept wondering what my little boy was up to and what I could possibly do with him in the evening. He’s at that age (eight) where he’s just a lot of fun and full of questions and I’d rather be off answering them than doing almost anything else.
I’m lucky though. Right now I’m not working a regular job (for medical reasons) so if I really don’t want to write tomorrow I don’t have to. It’s not like I’m going to get fired. I’ve had summers where I worked forty or fifty hours a week (and one summer where I worked two jobs!). Those are the pits because when you do get some time off you’re too exhausted to do anything, but you gotta do what you gotta do. If you’re having that kind of summer my heart goes out to you. I hope you get to enjoy at least some of it.
If you can call in sick on the next sunny day without getting fired you should do it! I read somewhere that for the average person, if they were to drop dead tomorrow, their place of business would have them replaced within two weeks. Two weeks! They’d fill in your slot and move on. So you know what? Most employers aren’t worth your having a nervous breakdown for. Take some time for yourself! “Hello boss? I can’t come in today. I’m calling in sunny!”
Happy summer everyone!