I'm happy summer's over. I don't really do too well in the heat, and where I live is one of the most humid areas of the United States, so more often than not, I find it hard to breathe outside in the summer.

Essentially my summer consisted of working doubles at work, and trying to get a book contract with a publisher who won't stop editing my work. Editors are the worst and their job is to hinder creativity and eliminate the voice of the author.

My dog ate three socks this summer and almost died. She had to get surgery to remove the obstruction, and afterwords she refused to eat for two weeks. But she recovered, and now she's acting like a bitch again.