So what am I doing? Well, I have some time off this summer, call it a a Sabbatical if you want, as that’s what they call any extended time off in my line of work, college professor, that is. Intentional or otherwise, it’s a few months off, and what I’m planning on doing, that is after I shove aside all the flotsam and jetsam of the previous semester and prep for the upcoming Fall, is write.

Actually getting time to write is both a profane and sacred thing to a writer, because it’s equally dreaded and longed for. Gone are the florid visions we enjoy in those moments before sleep, idling at a stop light, or as the shower water rains down, the story coalescing in our heads. Imminent is the task of collecting all those scraps of paper, sticky notes, phone memos, links, Moleskine or tablet scratchings–all the research collected, filed, categorized. Now to open up the laptop or grab a clean legal pad and put fingers to keyboard or paper and let that verbal vomit fly. It’s go time and Writer, you know that that means.

Ass in chair, sweetheart, ass in chair. Because nobody’s going to get it to the end but you if you don’t. (Or me if I don’t.) Now let’s all become the writers we think we are, because what we are can only start if we do.

Okay. Let it rip.