It is Late July, when sweat seems to pour out of me like water through a sieve, even standing in the shade. If you have ever been in the South during July or August you know what I mean. Even the dogs don’t want to go out for more than a few minutes, preferring instead the coolness of the wood floor under the whirring ceiling fan and HVAC vent. It is a bit ironic that folks refer to these days as the dog days of summer. For me late July brings a different kind of heat as well. My summer schedule of tutoring and writing along with some fun with family and friends is fast coming to an end. soon I will add full time teaching back into the mix. In the teaching profession, at least for the primary grades, there is a lot of classroom preparation and the district never provides the days necessary for that prep, so most teachers are already at it. I have moved furniture back into place, cleaned shelves, labeled folders, prepared my parent handbooks, and those are just some of the tasks I have been immersed in to be ready for meet the teacher the second week of August. I also feel the heat of the to do list of personal things I wanted to accomplish this summer that have yet to be dealt with, time is ticking. Yes, the heat is on and it goes way beyond the humidity and heat warnings issued by the National Weather Service. This too shall pass. I will transition from Summer mode to school year mode, somehow accomplishing all that needs to be done. Sometime around October, some cool nights and pleasantly warm days will make their way to the Lowcountry. It is a funny quirk of the human spirit, in January and February we will yearn for the same heat we currently find unbearable. There is something reassuring about the cycles of the year. It is exciting for a new school year to begin, I have felt that excitement each year since pre-school in the early 1970’s and I never tire of it. When I retire from teaching I imagine it will be one of the things I miss. I am still feeling out the cycle of my writing life. I may have been a writer most of my life, but I have only sought to be a professional writer over the past year. Next month will mark the anniversary of this blog. I have completed two novels and am working on the third. Yet I still haven’t figured out if there are seasonal changes that coincide with the writing,the ebb and flow of a writer’s year. The heat in my writing at this point is self-inflicted, it is not a pressure but a pleasure, a need to write. I suppose and hope that one day, the heat will come from an editor to finish something, or from a schedule filled with author type engagements. After a few more years of committed, consistent writing, I might even identify the yearly cycle of my writing life and come to appreciate when the heat is on.