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Summer is and has always been, my favorite season of the year. I've spent my entire life in the Midwest, barring rare trips to the East coast or the Southwest - I cannot understate how little I enjoy being cold. When I turned 18 and was legally free to make any choice I wanted (within reason), of course, I made the logical choice: going to college in Wisconsin, a place that's even colder than Chicago. It's late July, which means summer is in full swing. The trouble is, the past few years of my life have been incredibly stressful for one reason or another. Summers have come and gone, and by fall, I've often found myself feeling as though I didn't do enough to appreciate summer while it was here. The other day, I had an interesting moment. I've been getting into the habit of, every free moment that I'm awake, thinking as hard as I can to think of things I'm grateful for, while they're happening. I'm getting better at it. It's gotten t

*Sigh* ...the world's pretty fucked up right now, huh? Since both of my jobs involve exhaustive research and writing, I feel like writing has been less of an outlet for me lately...it's felt more like a chore. Or at least, this blog has. I want to write consistently; as an independent professional, that's important. Even if I write nothing but goofy shit like this, with goofy shit like the picture above as my accompanying visual media, it's important that I don't stop. The most important thing for a writer to do is write...wait for it... consistently . Lately I've been wondering if I should try writing a book. The same amount of writing this blog takes, I've been thinking about applying that same level of effort to outlining, writing, and editing a novel. Maybe a thousand or so words a week. I'm not exactly in a rush - if I went through with it, it would be for me, so I can choose my own deadline. I've always wanted to write a novel. Th