It’s that time of year again. Time to go back to the day job. Don’t get me wrong. I love the kids I work with, but the paperwork and the whole dealing with other adults thing kind of sucks.

Over the summer I pretend that I’m a full time author. I sit outside on the deck with my furry beasts and write for as long as I want. I live in yoga pants and big comfy t-shirts. I drink coffee until all hours of the morning and stay up as late as I want. At my age, that means midnight.

So it’s back to going to bed at a sensible time and waking up at psycho early five in the morning and only being able to write for an hour in the evening. But that’s okay. I can do this. With enough coffee anything is possible.