Fiction Therapy

I finished my final paper on Thursday and have been giving it daily revisions, ever since.  One more revision tomorrow, and it will be ready to send – for better or for worse.  Five proofs is three more than I usually do.  I hope it’s good enough to be declared ‘complete’.  And the rest of my course work, too.  I hope.

Anyway, do you all remember The Semester Break Fiction Project?  I’m kinda thinking I might get back to work on that again, soon.  Maybe next week.  When I’ve managed to sleep, I’ve dreamed the story line.  I’d like to share it with you, five-hundred-or-so words at a time.  I’d like to know what you think of it, and whether it might be worthwhile to try to get it printed somewhere, some day.

It’s a lazy hot morning, with lots to do but not quite enough that I feel like doing.  My son is entering yet another growth spurt, and so is alternately whiny and tired, achey and miserable.  I offer him food and cuddles constantly, sometimes holding his sweaty little body at arms length so that I might actually see it when his head starts making those 360º turns and the demon flashes in his eyes.  His feet are like flippers.  The sandals I bought two sizes too big in hope they might last two summers might fit until it gets cool enough for shoes this fall.  Maybe.  And my daughter?  Well, let’s just say I’ve been looking to the skies for her mothership’s descent a teensy bit more often, these days.  Sometimes she dazzles me with her clarity of sight.  Sometimes I watch her in make-believe play and am stunned by the worlds she creates there.  And sometimes?  I want to sit with her and a bowl of popcorn and show E.T. on the big TV.  And wait for that flash of recognition….

Next week, I’m painting the interior walls of my house, putting corner trim on the walls my boys beat up the most, and maybe replacing some baseboard.  I’ve got a bit of work to do for my research assistant gig and some mental vacationing to take care of.  I need to pick up a few things to be ready for my new clients, and maybe take my summer crew on a fieldtrip or two.  And I’ll be writing.  I can’t wait to start writing.

I hope it turns out to be good.