I have been really, really efficient and successful the last few month. I translated 3 novels and just started the fourth, one of my short stories was a finalist in the Writers Digest Writing Competition (in 2011), after a promotion I earned more money in 4 weeks than I did in all of 2011, and one of my eBooks just got a shiny badge for being promoted semifinalist in the YA category of a “Best eBook 2012” competition.
Still I feel unhappy and found it really hard to sit down to write today. My fingers itch to get on with the novel I left unfinished last Nano, the garden is calling, and my kids need me all the time. I wish for a quiet, peaceful place where no one can reach me. It’s the Summertime Blues. The hotter it gets, the more tired I become, the more I want to hide away — or spend the day in a pool.
One place where I find the solace I seek are books. They transport me away on the wings of imagination. Of course, as a responsible grown-up, I can’t just read when I want or my kids would go hungry and my stories would stay unwritten.
How about you? Do you feel the Summertime Blues as well? Where do you find solace?