Ah the lazy days of summer.
I’m one of the lucky ones who gets a break from my day job in the summer. Twelve weeks of sleeping in , impromptu trips to the beach, and getting long stretches of uninterrupted writing time.
Or at least that’s the idea.
The first few days of summer break I need to simply recharge. But that sleeping in thing? Doesn’t happen most days. But instead of jumping in the shower, gulping down my coffee while I check my email before heading off to work, I can enjoy a second or even third cup of coffee. I can actually follow links from Twitter instead of simply retweeting so I can look at it later . I can spend more time researching what my characters might drive, wear, or eat.
After a few days of wearing my pajamas until noon, making lunch that doesn’t have to be microwaved, and getting a workout in in the morning, I need to tackle those chores I don’t have time for during the school year, and especially during ski season.
I cleaned out the garage. Organizing the ski and rafting gear so I can reach things. My husband likes to put things in the rafters. He’s 6’3″ and maybe needs a step stool. I need a stepladder to reach the second shelf in my kitchen cabinets. I still have a couple of boxes of shredding to do, but that’s time consuming and hard to do while typing at the same time.
My oldest son, the raft guide, was home for the first few weeks. With the epic snowfall this winter, the rivers were running high until mid-June. Too high for most people. So he didn’t have a lot of work. Just “training trips”, which means a group of guides go out and run the river just for the experience. Wouldn’t it be great if everyone had a job they would do on their days off just for the experience?
My youngest son got a job. I’m happy for him, but there goes my “hey, you wanna go to Tahoe?” companion. We made it up just once so far. And since he’s taking a week off for his last year of summer fine arts camp, we won’t have a family vacation this year.
The worst part of having the summer off is that my husband does not. He gets a week off. And a couple of days for the 4th of July, which we spent at the family cabin. Working. His dad ruptured his Achilles tendon, so that left all the weed eating, roof clearing, and general maintenance chores to my husband and 16 year old son. I started to organize the kitchen but realized with renters it’s futile.
But the good news is that I got to do some research for my next book. It’s set in a small ski resort town similar to McCloud, and I got to spend one afternoon at the Mt. Shasta Ski Park getting inspired (and sunburned) while my guys rode the mountain bike trail.
Now I’ve just got to figure out how to get my hero and heroine together, break them up, and then give them a happily-ever-after that’s as spectacular as the view.