Interests 59 through 62

Fun fact: Historically, August is the month I do the least writing. That has held true this year, with the stipulation that I have also done the least writing in June and July. (“The least” being mostly none.)

Does this concern me? Not really. I have other interests:

59. Antique shops 

60. Porch swings 

61. The pool

62. Rainbow Cones

Should this concern me? I don’t think so. Summer is a season. And not a quiet one. There have been lots of other voices in my head (podcasts on walks, Eras Tour edits, Spanish movies about falling for your drag-racing, gang-leading, cage-fighting, surfer step brother). Not to mention books. 

In summer reading, I’ve stuck to my two favorite genres: “your phone is ruining your brain” and “I love you so much but I’m having a hard time telling you.” (Recs: Stolen Focus by Johann Hari and The View Was Exhausting by Mikaella Clements and Onjuli Datta. (I’ll let you figure out which is which.))

But my beloved Fall is coming, and with it: Virgo season impatience for productivity and routine and renewed enthusiasm for aesthetic pen-and-paper pursuits.

Which brings us to NEWS: I’ll be back on my author shit at Printers Row Lit Fest on September 9th—if you are in the area, make plans to come say hi at the Love’s Sweet Arrow booth between 11 am and 1 pm! 

Until then, as ya boi Walt says, “I am satisfied, a see, dance, laugh, and sing.”

Thanks as always for your continued support of this highly professional platform,

Hanna