Late June

I've gone and come back from Seattle, which is a big deal--I don't usually travel to the West side.
We've gone and come back from Alaska, which is a bigger deal--I haven't been there in ten years.
Cheney has calmed down. The temperatures are heating up.
One of these days, I'll slip into a routine.
I've started my internship at The Cheney Free Press. The people are fun. I totally love them. I've written a story and a half--and I should explain that half to you.

Rodeo weekend is the second weekend in July and it's a really big deal here in Cheney. There's a parade and a car show and, well, a rodeo. Okay, truth is I usually avoid the big crowd stuff if I can.
My assignment was to write an article about the steer riding for youth event and the historic tours that will take place over the weekend. The historic tours are easy. I could write volumes on that: buildings to see and stories about people that lived here. There's just so much to say. But when I put together my steer writing article, I was scraping for content.

My goal was 600 words. I achieved 192. I visited the website. I interviewed the chair and secretary of the association. It was like they said, there wasn't a lot to tell.

I'm still waiting for feedback about the articles. It's just too bad that the first crappy article couldn't wait until the third or fourth week, you know?

So between that and pacing myself with Easterner work, I'm giving my novel a final edit. Today is the first day I've had to do this (and look, I'm blogging instead.) I can think of a million things to do other than work on this novel, and yet it's the thing I want most.

I must not be as focused on my deadline as I thought!