I know that summer is not really over yet — but considering that I was in the office most of last week, and I start classes tomorrow, today’s soggy Sunday seems like the end of another summer for me.
But it was a great ending. I help co-run a writing contest at Chautauqua, and we announced the winners today. I got to hear poet Ansie Baird and historian Bruce Chadwick read today. (I’m halfway through Chadwick’s book, I Am Murdered — a fascinating account of the historic murder of George Wythe, a signer of the Declaration of Independence and close friend to Thomas Jefferson. It’s basically a historical True Crime book). I also got to meet Sherrie Flick, a prose writer and judge for one of our contests. I have longed for Sherrie’s chapbook of flash fiction I Call This Flirting, and I was able to pick up a copy today — along with her novel, Reconsidering Happiness.
So tonight I am settling in to read, relax, and listen to the rain. I’m ready for the school year to begin. As crazy as the semester is sure to get, I welcome a schedule. Every summer I find myself drifting away from my writing (for some reason July and August are bad writing months for me. I work wonders in June). School always puts me back on track.
The Scrapper Poet 
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