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except hopping in a car and heading off to the sand and sea, accompanied by the people you love best, the books you love Right Now, and the manuscripts you better love right now.

While away, I'll be spending some Sublime Summertime hours talking about books and writing in Cape Cod with author Claire Cook and agent Tina Dubois Wexler. Call it a "Must Love Hanging Out" vacation with a wee bit of work thrown in to keep me grounded. I think I'll send the family (2 kids, one husband) on a whale watch while I take care of my creative juices. Knowing the frailities of my irritable stomach system, I'm sure the Atlantic Ocean can live without my vomit (also known as internal juices). ;>

My inner Rock Star wishes you all a sublime sayonara to summer-- where the living truly can be easy if you let it happen. Yes, I kicked back and chilled out, wrote when I wanted, tanned when I wanted, bought more books than I should have-- but what else is new?

I'm sealing this entry with a kiss from a woman who knew how to make poetry out of music-- and who knew how to put the time into Summertime. Thank you, Ira and George Gershwin, for the gorgeous lyrics and luscious melodies that help define the soundtrack of our lives. Thank you, George Gershwin, who flew off way too early. Just think of all the music the world will never know because he died so young. And yet just think of all he wrote in so short a time. He was gone by the time he was 39. Janis Joplin, the voice that lives on and defines women in rock.. gone at 27. Friends gone before they had a chance to live. I worry that time moves too fast for me. There's so much to do, too much to do. I want to live. I want to write. I want to... make sublime poetry out of life. {}

One of these mornings
You're going to rise up singing
Then you'll spread your wings
And you'll take to the sky...

Tell 'em, Janis. Tell 'em.


How sweet it Was. And Is. {}