Looking forward to the end of August and into September, a few of the things I’m excited about:
My Pittsburgh Pirates are right in the middle of a division race for the third year in a row, and hope they can overtake the St. Louis Cardinals. Maybe-just maybe-it will be a special year, and they’ll win the World Series for the first time in thirty-six years.
In a few days I will turn forty-eight. Wow, forty-eight. When I was young I couldn’t imagine being in my late forties. Could anyone? I’ll go to my favorite watering hole and have a few with friends. Every year is a mile stone and a privilege.
Like a lot of football fans, I play fantasy football. The draft is coming up. We do a live draft, and it’s fun to get together and see who thinks drafted the best team. Hopefully I can do better than the past couple of years.
Once September hit, I intend to write more than I do now. I’m going to set a deadline for a weekly short story, and a daily word count goal for my work in progress. And stop procrastinating so much like I do.