I’m slow to return to the blog and social media after the holidays, but here I am, alive and well! I hope the season of Christmas and the turning of the new year was a time of rest, reflection, and inspiration for you. It certainly was for me.
It’s been a few months, but I finally got to book #5 in L. M. Montgomery’s Anne series (for the first time ever). After reading books #3 and #4 in June I was getting a bit tired of the plot patterns Montgomery tends to rely on (e.g. Anne befriends a kindred spirit, Anne adopts a cat, Anne melts the heart of an old grouch…).
In some ways, September can seem a long month. It’s when the grind of the academic year fully settles in, there aren’t really any holidays to distinguish it, and (this year) the summer weather just seemed to drag on all month instead of graciously allowing autumn to take its place.
Before I get to the blogpost proper, I’ve got news! We’re hosting our annual Christmas Play Sale this month—ALL month! Through October 1st, all our Christmas scripts are 20% off, so if you plan to perform a play this December now is the time to find a good script to use!
I watched Little Women (the old 1994 film) last weekend, for the first time in years. Going into it I had this vague impression that I’d seen it once or twice when I was much younger, but I couldn’t recall anything specific.
August always feels like a weird month (as I’ve said before, last year at this time). Not bad weird, just different. It’s an in-between month.
Between ten days of camp with very little quiet time and all my Saturdays last month spent working on the campground preparing for said ten days of camp, I wasn’t able to read quite as much in July as I was in June. That said, I did polish off two great books and made progress in a couple others.
When I was little, Mode Camp was THE event of the year for me. (Well, along with Christmas.) And in some ways, it still is—at least the main event of the summer.
Our little church camp set on a hill in the Middle of Nowhere, Illinois, has shaped my life in more ways than I can explain.
Writing a new play always hammers this truth back into my head: I have nothing to write.
I know—I’m a writer. I write things. It’s what I do. But the truth remains that I really have nothing to write.
Summer is making me so happy because I’m finding more time to read! Between twilit evenings when I can just sit and savor a few chapters and Saturdays I spend baking or painting while listening to an audiobook, I am thoroughly enjoying the extra helpings of literature I’ve gotten this June.