verbs of summer

suddenly you look up and july is 3/4 of the way done.

when not sorting water colors or crayons or construction paper, i have someone managed to pass the summer:

volunteering at rock camp

socializing post-rock camp (this included several nights of convincing myself i am of fit age/mind to stay out until 4 a.m. or so)

writing more little songs/poems than actual manuscript material

making jokes out of gre vocabulary words

playing MASH

listening to holly miranda

learning new bike routes

watching professor get fat

...i have the whole month of august off, and am hoping/praying/preparing to write daily and get to a beach (any beach!) as much as i possibly can. the looming pressure of applying to mfa programs is slowly shifting from the fantasy sector of my brain into the panic portion.

meanwhile, my horoscope says big things are happening this month. i'm hoping a draft of a killer new story is one of those things.