This Sunday is a day for porch writing with my pal Sally. It's wonderful to have a couple of cool days so we can actually work outside for a change. She has a book due the first of September and so do I. Neither of us felt well yesterday for some reason--we think it's the barometer playing havoc with our heads--but we each still managed to get out a chapter and we felt good about that. In fact, Sally thinks it was the first time she ever wrote an entire chapter in one day. While we wrote, her husband worked on his computer inside the house and her son came over and joined us on the porch with his laptop.
There's nothing like a productive day of writing to cure what ails me.