I have written myself into an exhausted heap. I cannot put another extra word on paper let alone computer. Have nearly 150 pages of a completely new manuscript and am feeling excited about it. I hope I'm not deluding myself -- third manuscript lucky, perhaps. Have a more pragmatic teacher this term, which is an interesting contrast to Dinah Lenney, but I miss her. I'm still writing so I guess it's working though I'm nervous about next term, my last -- I so want to have a good last hurrah.
"The Common" is publishing a short essay I wrote, so that's exciting. Exciting, however, goes hand in hand with exhausting, it seems. Need sleep, hot tub, movies, but will I let myself have those things? Perish the thought! Seem to be getting good time with the children in any case, so the balance thing is working out. I know how very lucky I am, I really do. Now I just need to publish something, and/or get a teaching job and pay off the loans!
