It’s actually taken a lot for me to realize just how much I needed a break from this year of hell at the dayjob, even after an extra-long long holiday weekend. My writing suffered. I’m not talking about how much I haven’t been writing lately, but the fact that I was convinced that somehow I could get it done if I’d just whipped myself a little harder. But I think I was, literally, beating a dead horse.
So, I went for another day of frolicking in the sun at the annual summer festival, the one time and place in the year when I don’t mind running into coworkers.
And again, the best part is that this batch of photos is ripe with character ideas! I’ve already begged off critique group tomorrow to go to the festival’s last day.