I made a mistake.
I didn't realize I was supposed to post Monday, May 30th. I deleted that lovely blog schedule you made us--that blog schedule that listed upcoming posting dates? I thought this morning I was being conscientious when I emailed you a request for a new copy. Turns out I was just being late.
But fear not, I have delivered.
Bob Marley makes me happy, especially this time of year when the sun shines down on us and we can jump into lakes without turning into icicles. I love swimming. I love biking. I love hiking in the woods. I love being outside, but I also love reading and writing. So, to fit everything in (as best as I can) I wake up early to read. I stay up late to write. I weasel time in during the park days and field days and carnival days and tie dye days. And you and I have taken up sprinting.
Oh my dear readers, fear not. We are not tugging on our sneakers. We are not breaking a sweat and burning our fair skin in the blazing sun. (Although, after some forty-five minute sessions, I have needed to cool off with a tall glass of icy cold water and a piece of chocolate.) No, our sessions work out our manuscripts. A few times a week (including weekends), we've managed to squeeze in several forty-five minute writing sprints.
Our sprint conversations look like this: