Contrary to what non-academics think, those of the professorial persuasion rarely have the summers off in any but the most mundane sense of the term. Being off from teaching generally means that this is your one chance to a) recover from semester burn-out, b) breathe, c) do research or other scholarly work so that you can keep your brain alive and keep your job, d) read about and think about interesting stuff. The 9-to-5-ers of the world may not understand that those of my ilk cannot draw a clear boundary between work and non-work.
So I’ve been reading, among other things. What I’m reading could affect what and how I teach next semester, the essays and other non-fiction I write, and of course my fiction. No real distinction between work and play for me. Not being one of those whose life can be divided into neat, waterproof compartments, I rejoice in leaping over divisions, boundaries and walls.
Apparently, so do plants.