Sorry for the absence, my droogies. For the last week(ish), I have had an out-of-town guest staying with me. It has been lovely. And time-consuming1!
Of course, just as soon as she left, LifeTM vigorously reasserted itself. So much to do. So little time to get it setup. Sleep might well be a thing of the past. Further? I suspect that I may never get caught up on either my email or the other bloggers I follow.
On the plus side, it does look like I get to go to both Summer I and Summer II. There really is no down side other than the knowledge that this summer is going to be crazy busy.
I have thirteen hours scheduled2, woohoo! I am not insane; I promise. They are split two classes per section.
And HOLY MOTHER OF … well. University (as opposed to community college) is expensive. Let’s just say that I’ve paid that much for a lousy car.
Between classes, my get-in-shape-for-a-cruise plan, The Girl’s schedule (camp and going to various grandparents), bi-weekly gaming sessions, writing my blog3 , writing my fiction, and hopefully(!) going to a convention or two – whoa. Yeah. Crazy.
I feel like I am standing at the very tippy-top of a rollercoaster, looking down the hill and wondering what I have gotten myself into. It’s exciting. It feels a bit dangerous. I love it.
1 – In a good way. For instance, on at least two occasions, it was near dawn when we looked up and thought, “Hmm. Perhaps we should shut up long enough to go get some sleep.”
2 – For the curious: American Lit Before 1865, Ethics and Society, Psychology of Persuasion, and Spanish II.
3 – I also hoping to to do a couple of blog challenges – where I try to write every day. I don’t know if I can pull it off. But, I seriously want to try.
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And I thought my summer looked hectic. I’m looking forward to going back to school in the Fall, but I’m hoping to milk my summer for everything it’s worth.
So. Um, about that fiction writing stuff. Um. I need my fix, so you’d best boil up a good dose of the proverbial crack-rock. Mmmmkay….
Also, tell Babycakes I said, “Hi Babycakes.”
Please note that I also love hearing about your life and such, but I have this odd fiction addiction…
I hear you about the crack-fiction. Working on it. Strangely, four hours per day (2 classes, 1 hour 40 mins apiece, Mon-Fri) and their attendant study time has left me a bit fried in the gray matter.
I’ll adjust – but it may take a bit. 🙂