Lofty Goals

Hello from the other side of the abyss.

I am halfway through my second week of graduate school. My criticism course may eat me alive - so, in case I'm missing, that's probably where I am. Being slowly digested by reams and reams of predatory paper. Other than that, it's too soon to tell one way or another. The only thing I know for sure is that it is bizarre being a student again after being a so-called "real" person. I don't like it. (The subjects and intellectual development, yes. The state of being, not so much.) I don't like it one bit.

Anyway, I finished my book at the end of July. A month-long break has stretched itself into September while I made excuses (but I'm moving cross-country! but I must find a job! but I must leave myself enough time to do schoolwork!), and here I am having not written for longer than I planned. Things happen like that, I find. It's easy to get ferried along the path of least resistance.

No longer! I say. Let it now be known that I am writing again. That I have written and will write in the future! That I plan to have--dare I say it--a draft of my next book completed by the end of October! That's a lofty goal, that is, but I respond better to deadlines. Time to get serious again.