An Artistry of Words

As a Writer, I have to be critical and acknowledge the good and the bad.

With the summer ending, I find myself in a bit of a mood. A get a dip in mood every year in the fall, knowing that “winter is coming.” The thing I love about summer is being able to run out in a tee shirt. Hop in the car and drive to the store. In the winter, the worst is having to bundle up. Go turn the car on, clean it off, and probably slip on some black ice on your way there. I don’t care how many summers I have lived here. It never gets easier for me.

I was reading a book, and it said something about remembering your summer job. My summer job was when I was going to school and worked in order to save money to go back. Did you have a summer job? Was it when you were younger or older?

My summer job is a little different. I can tell because when I used to talk about it, people used to be like, “Oh?”

So, read the article. I hope you learn a little bit about me. If you have anything you want to share, feel free to contact me. I would love to hear other peoples’ jobs and what they were like.

Until next time…