what happened to summer

May 27, 2010

Two weeks of rain in late May. Oh Portland, you’re breaking my heart. I should be used to this by now, a spring that runs from February through June, but every year it bums me out more and more. And this year I seem to be adding salt to the wound by looking at Facebook photos of friends in t-shirts and shorts and reading about how it’s hot and sticky and time to get out the kiddie pool. Today, I feel almost desperate for warm weather and sunshine. Fucking desperate. The prospect of having to wear a coat or a rain jacket on my birthday is bringing me down and pissing me off. I swear that I’ve got to reclaim my birthright for a summer commemoration.

May marks the end of my writing program. It’s been a terrific experience. I’ve met some really wonderful people, written my ass off and learned how to layout, print and bind a book.  I was so ambivalent about writing when I applied for the program. Grief had knocked so much out of me; it’s amazing now to feel that I want to write. Hmm. The end result of this endeavor is a self published book. I’m already getting ready to print  my 2nd edition seeing as how I found a number of typos in my first. And I cut it crooked too. There’s always a learning curve. But my plan is to have a pdf version available for download here for free and then sell the book version which has some extras, like photos, appendices, nice paper and a cool cover. Stay tuned on that note.

I’d be forever grateful if you sent me some wishes for sunshine.

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4 responses to “what happened to summer”

  1. Deirdre says:

    wishing you warm weather from humid 90 degree DC. The AC is on.

  2. liz says:

    thanks d. i’ll take that wish in a heartbeat.

  3. ned says:

    Wow Liz, can’t wait to read your book – sign me up for a copy when you’re ready to sell.

    It’s been warm here, but rainy too. Hang in there, sun’s on its way.

  4. proteanme says:

    ned, you are the best. i should amend the book statement to say that most people would refer to it as a chap book. it’s an essay i wrote for the class that i’ve turned into a 19 page book with photos and not counting the appendices. no great american novel, but a pretty good story.

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