The warmth of summer gives breath to my soul. It lifts me and lightens my worries. And leaves me wanting to be with friends socialize while the children run and play. The quiet moments when all is still, I escape into a book. My word count is more tranquil in the summer time. I am busy soaking in the atmosphere, trying to capture enough sunshine to get me through the winter.
Do you have a less productive season for writing?
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