I’m in the Las Vegas airport. It’s a lot like the rest of Las Vegas. I’m hearing a constant, numbing jingle of electronic casino sounds, which have apparently replaced any coin-clanking sounds of years gone by. And, because the universe knows I love comedy, Kenny Rogers is singing “The Gambler” over the PA system. There’s
A friend texted me yesterday to tell me hi–she saw me walking up the hill. She said I look taller. I think she’s right. Knowing I”m not going back to school next week has literally lifted me. I loved teaching. So much. I adored my students. I love our high school. It was amazing to
I’m writing lots of words this summer. Not in gigantic chunks (that’s what next week’s retreat is for), but I’m consistently and happily working on revision and finishing a(nother) draft. I write in my bed. I write in my “writing room” where I have a kitchen chair at a tiny desk and a yummy recliner
I’m working on writing a scene in which someone jiggles a cord. And I wrote “joggles” and Word didn’t stop me. I want that to be a word. It’s a better description for cord wiggling, anyway. And it sounds cooler. “Just joggle that cord and see if it fixes the problem.” Theoretically, if Word didn’t
I pulled out a partial manuscript that I began and filed away a few years ago. I read it over the weekend. It wasn’t awful. Today after I came home from school and ate everything in the kitchen, then watched the Marco Polo messages from today, checked all the Instagram, texted two friends, and read
Long weekend! Yay! Morning temps in the low teens. Some sunshine coming through the windows (and lots of clouds, but maybe that will make it warmer). Saturday I did a bunch of errandy things, and then I read a 12,000 word draft I’d started and then put away. Success. I can use it. I can
It’s the end of my last first term of high school. That sounds like something a 17-year-old would say, but I’m a little beyond that. I’ve decided to call an end to my amazing carreer teaching English. Why? There are reasons. Lots of them. Mostly the reasons are super positive: Scott has a good job.