I’m the worst kind of blogger. The kind who constantly scans her favorite blogs, irritated that they’re not updated, while my own goes dormant for a month or two at a time. The shame is…actually, it’s not that bad. I’m pretty comfortable with my double standard. So all you slackers out there, Diane, Leaf, Heidi, the rest of you. Get back to work! I’m bored!

I have to thank Angie for bringing the long leisurely summer I’m enjoying to a screeching halt by reminding me it’s almost over. I’m usually all for the start of a semester, and I’m especially excited to start my grad classes, but for once I am sad to say goodbye to my freedom. Of course, I’m writing this while Greta naps and Alex is upstairs playing nicely in his room.

Spent last weekend at the beach by myself writing and got rolling with a story that there’s no hope of finishing in the next two and a half weeks. So what if it is the sequel to a novel that still needs revised (and retyped before that)? I love this beginning part. It’s even more fun than reading and anyone who knows me understands this is about as good as it gets.

I’m not even reading anymore. I can hear you gasping, but it’s true. I haven’t picked up a book since Heather suckered me into reading the stupid, addictive Twilight series. Okay, I have, but only one and I read it very, very fast. I give Heather a hard time for erasing a couple of weeks of my summer, but I should thank her. The books were a reminder of all the great addictive books I’ve read, a reminder that I started writing to tell my own addictive story. I think I spent so much time critically studying books that I almost forgot this little detail. Not a bad lesson to relearn as I head into the semester.

Summertime, and the livin’ is…well, not easy, but I am getting some reading done. I’ve decided to keep a list this summer. Usually I plow through as many pages as possible and come up for air sometime in mid August wondering if I met somebody named Briony over the summer or read about her. Thus far (two and a half weeks, including Costa Rica) I have read The Memory Keeper’s Daughter by Kim Edwards, Atonement by Ian McEwan, The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Diaz, The Tenth Circle by Jodi Picoult and The Abstinence Teacher by Tom Perrotta. I liked them all, but would only highly recommend the Diaz with out knowing for whom I’m recommending the book. Also some short stories, but I’m not counting them.

Now, I'm beginning Postcolonial Theory, A Critical Introduction—one of the many books I’ve checked out to further my research on a paper, for which I’ve already received my grade (an A, natch.) I didn’t have enough time to write the paper I wanted, though, and there are some contests I can enter. Why not write it right? Right?

Even though I’m done with school, and Greta’s done, Alex still has two weeks left. I can’t wait until we’re all off and I don’t have to worry about the stupid 7:20 am bus stop. That’s right, 7:20, people—and I am over it. I’m putting this in print for a reason, because I am sure that in a few months, I will be willing to put either kid on any bus at any time of day just to have a moment to myself.

Taking a break from cleaning. Cleaning so I can leave the house sparkly for the in-laws. The in-laws are coming tomorrow to watch the kids so Jeremy and I can take a break in Costa Rica. Relaxing in Costa Rica to celebrate finally being done with the undergrad degree that felt like a life-long project, but really only took four years just like everyone else.

Funny, I don’t feel educated.

Good thing I start again in the fall, working on a Graduate degree. Sooner or later I’ll have to get a job, I know. But for now I’m glad to keep studying and I‘m very excited to focus on my writing.

I felt compelled to post here before I leave Sunday. I’m not sure what to do with myself over the summer. It’s been two years since I had a break from classes (and my last “break” was to have a baby.) Perhaps the blog will get dusted off…then again, perhaps it won’t.

I’m experimenting on myself in Costa Rica, curious what subtle or significant effects travel has on the writer. How are expression, habit, and craft effected by a change of scenery? We shall see…

How to Waste an Hour*

1. Get the computer.
2. Take the computer to a spot by a heater vent.
3. Check e-mail.
4. No new e-mails? Check the Yahoo home page for interesting articles.
5. No interesting articles? Log on to New York Times website. After all, there is a seriously failing economy out there. A war going on. Endless important topics to read about.
6. Go to the Book Review page.
7. Pick a book you wish you’d written and read the review.
8. Follow the link for another author mentioned in the review because you like his name and want to see what else he’s written.
9. Remember you were in the middle of a review and make your way back to said review.
10. Follow the link to the university where the writer used to teach as it’s on the list of graduate programs to which you’ve applied.
11. Repeat step nine.
12. When you finish the review, look at the clock: voila! One hour spent not exercising (or writing, or cleaning house, etc.)

(Bonus 15 minutes: write a blog entry about how to waste an hour.)

*Results may vary. It may take practice to reach a full hour. Keep trying, you’ll get there!