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…And “June” hummed a bee
In a Bacchic glee
As he tumbled over and over
Drunk with the honey-dew.

And that was Clinton Scollard. That said… yes – June. With water-lilies blossoming in the pond, and long, warm blue evenings, and StoryADay done, and the Summer Season looming large…

Let us say first that StoryADay, this year, I count as a full success. Thirty-one stories, in the end – because yes, I skipped once, but then one day I wrote two pieces. And most of them are perfectly usable things, and once they are revised, they will work very well for my larger Flash project. The closer we got to the end of May, the more I rared to begin revising and structuring… Now, whether I’ll do it in June, or give the first drafts a little time, I’m not sure yet. We’ll see.

All the more because… June! I’ll be debuting two new plays by the month’s end. Plays I’m directing – and one of them I’ve also written. It means frantic rehearsals with two different casts, lots of managing, countless calls about costumes, and props, and scenery – and where, where, where are my hedges, please? I shepherd my actors (my actors!) and make cardboard biscuits for the Mad Hatter’s tea party, and juggle rehearsal calendars, because three directors and one and a half rehearsing spaces makes for an interesting life… And there will be more of it – a good deal more – until the end of July.

So… so I guess I might begin the revision as well, because really, if I wait until things calm down, I’m never getting to it. I’ll give the tiny stories a week or so – and then I’ll dive in.

It will be a lively June. “A lively summer altogether,” hummed she in a half-panicky glee, as she pondered over and over her list of things to do…