It’s going to be a hot summer. I know because it seems that we won’t be able to keep our windows open. The smell of garbage coming from the dump a few miles away from our house has found its way to our front yard by riding a light wind. There’s also the fact that our cats keep opening the windows and fleeing in search for a mate. The female has friend-zoned the male and now they both don’t see each other as fit partners.
The morning headaches have started, and the inability to commence any activity during the early hours began as well. Sunlight hits my room at lunchtime making it impossible for me to work at my desk until the early evening hours; and my laptop, with its malfunctioning fan, burns my skin the moment I lay it on my lap. The unquenchable thirst began but the good news is that soon enough I will no longer crave any food – only fruits. Beach season will start; but I don’t think I will enjoy it much this year since everyone I know will go with their significant other. There’s also the fact that our water is contaminated by countless diseases and pathogens. *sighs* This is what summer does to me. It places me in the hibernation period, a perpetual state of idleness, as I wait for the hot humid weather to be replaced by the fresh cold wind.
Anyone else missing winter already?
I miss writing. In the past couple of weeks I have been trying to focus on my graduation project so I tried not to start writing anything new in order not to distract myself. It’s not working; I’m still getting distracted. And now that I’m getting very little work done on either sides of my obligations, I feel distressed. I can’t imagine not graduating this year, and spending a seventh year on a degree I was supposed to finish in three. Yet, just the thought of studying at all makes me nauseated. My mom has this dream of me getting an MBA. I told her to keep on dreaming.
My psyche has recovered since the day I had the black-spider scare. I do feel disoriented, however. I took this break from writing for a reason and I feel that I haven’t fulfilled that reason yet. I wanted to relieve my mind from the strenuous work I had done working on my novel, construct my second novel’s plot, work on my graduation project and a few other writing projects, and get ready (emotionally at least) to begin editing the first draft. So far, I have done bits and pieces of all of the above. Hence, everything feels incomplete.
I don’t like to ramble and whine in my posts. However, it’s 6:02 p.m. now and this is the first thing I had written all day. So, bear with me as I’m using this to jumpstart my writing engines.
Meanwhile, I’m listening to a song I used to hear when I was a kid. It’s Greek and I just realized that its name is Margarites. It’s nice to know that my ego has preserved a song with my name on it inside my memory for such a long time. I guess that I’m a born narcissist.
I will leave you with this song and hope you like it. I do have a favor to ask you though. I’m planning to change the url on my blog. Once I do that, you will still be following me; however, my feed won’t appear on your reader: new url = new subscription. I read a lot about this subject and realized that the best thing to be done is for you to subscribe to my blog via email. There’s a button on my page for that. So, please subscribe to my blog, and you will receive my posts by email even when I change my url. You can unsubscribe later when my url is changed and follow me only on wordpress. Thank you for your patience and for your support throughout my journey.