The title of this blog post is pretty self-explanatory. It’s mid-July now and my home is starting to look like a savannah. I’ve lived here much longer than many people have been alive (ha, so if you’re younger than I am, you have less experience and know less. You have also not seen as many hot, hot summers, although I’m not sure that that’s a point against you.)
Anyway (tee hee, rambling here) we’ve been swimming once a week over the last month. We missed swimming or did it rarely for several years and we found it really was something we liked doing. Just dipping in a local splashy pool for a while until you work up a comfortable scent of chlorine, then find a little chair, put a towel on it, and watch the little kids hop around and yell. At least, that’s what I do. My sister goes and sits under a fountain that drops huge buckets of water on her head.
I have been very tired recently and am possibly getting slow and belated heat tiredness, especially since we swim in the bright-and-sunny afternoon. Two years ago we went to the pool on the 3rd of July, lay beside it for hours, and came home with horrible heatstroke the next day. Which was the 4th of July. So we couldn’t enjoy the food at all, we felt run over by a truck, and my dad was talking about some movie and I couldn’t even answer him. I was just in a dazed stupor that felt sick. Since that time I’ve been more careful and I’ve never felt like THAT again. That was weird. But still—lots of sun can get into your brain.
Which is why I’m writing about it, obviously.
And there will be more updates.
I won’t make this a heroine spotlight and I’m not quite sure why not. Betty occupies half of A Year with the Harrisons and her plot is at least equal to the other one. But still, it’s officially a “subplot” and so she isn’t a “heroine” in my mind even though the story is mostly about her and not about the Harrison girls.
Maybe she’s too old to be a heroine. “Heroine” sounds like a young adult, but Betty is a mother in her thirties who acts and feels even older than her age. Life has always been a little rough around the edges for her and she definitely has a tired tone to her sometimes. (When she’s not being sarcastic that is, which is one of her best qualities. Betty’s sarcasm is usually intentional, sometimes not.) Perhaps she’s too much of a real person to be a heroine too. Even if they’re faulty, heroines are idealized in so many ways for the reader.
Heroine or not, Betty gets a lot of screen time on the pages of A Year with the Harrisons. And her practical outlook on life contrasts in a really funny (and sometimes a little bittersweet) way with the living-in-a-bubble outlook her mother and sisters have.
And there will be more updates.
Singing, dreaming, telling stories . . . I live surrounded by cultivated fields that rapidly give way to wild flowers, wild plants, and wild life. I love to write more than I love to read, but nothing equals a book that draws me in to find its story. Most recently publication: A Year with the Harrisons, a contemporary coming of age about three sisters, country life, and music. Next year's publication: Temmark Osteraith, a futuristic fairy-tale adventure.