By Katie Tallo

I’ve been procrastinating on my novel. Back in June, I announced with gung-ho conviction that I would be racking focus this summer and getting on with my novel once and for all. Yeah me! Look out world! (Note to self: don’t make gung-ho or tally-forth declarations at the beginning of a long, hot summer).

Granted, I had not idea it was going to be such a glorious summer.

I wrote for three days in a row then got sidetracked. The sun kept urging me to go outside. The Canadian Geese kept flying overhead and beckoning me to the park. A mallard landed in my pool, belly flopped a few times then took off in the direction of summer!

Damn it, what was I to do? Novel or summer?

My runners stood by the door impatiently taunting me to get the... More...