A good friend has managed to pull off the supreme act of writing marketing. She has procurred for herself, after much angst, an agent. I am pleased.

I can see the light at the end of the summer tunnel. Sometimes I wonder what possessed me to take on a new supervisory position at work. Then I know the truth, and it sets me free. Most writers don’t get to go to Japan every other year. Most writers live on ramen. My teaching career is fulfilling in ways my writing career can not be. Vice versa is also true, but it’s too much for me to expect to carry every burden successfully. I put the writing one down for a bit. I’ll write some curriculum, get some fall classes going, and pick it back up.

You know, I am patient. I am a patient person. All things will come in their time.

Today I believe that. Tomorrow? 🙂