All Camping, No Reading.

I’m the dean of a youth camp in rural Minnesota for a week in June every summer, and I’m smackdab in the middle of our fast-paced week. Every year, I bring a book along, and laugh to myself when I see it sitting in my luggage amongst the shirts and shorts and bug spray and Birkenstocks. I bring a book because I’m used to bringing a book, but it’s been a long time since I’ve been able to actually pick it up at camp.

This hasn’t really mattered until now. The book I brought this year is a research book for the screenplay. Between this week, a family vacation next week, and the Twin Cities Improv Festival next weekend, June may officially be a wash when it comes to getting research done. So much for the research “an hour every day” idea. On the other hand, at least I’m self-aware of the issue I need to correct, so hopefully I can make that work to my advantage.

Back to camp. I have some sand-beach volleyball to attend to…

~nm

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