According to Sir Arthur Helps, “Nothing succeeds like success.”
I have the brain numby thing. That means my brain feels like it’s asleep and I’m waiting for the pins and needles. I hope it doesn’t feel like a migraine.
The thing I did today that I’m afraid will haunt me for the rest of the summer:
I wrote a 5000 word short story from start to finish in 12 hours. (Yes, I’m on deadline.)
I have to crank out another story by Wednesday. This are the stories that I have been balking about for the last month. But I know I can write them, it’s just that it’s incredibly difficult to feel hot, romantic and flirty when your husband’s baby is due in a month.
I ran into some people I admire and like. They are the parents of one of my favorite students of all time. They are good people. I haven’t seen the father in a few months and wasn’t sure if he was up to speed on my personal drama. I used the phrase that sums it up best, “After 18 years of marriage, I’m getting a divorce because my husband’s girlfriend is pregnant.”
That kind of wraps it up.
When he left he said, “Good to see you, sorry about your . . . life.”
Me too. It made me laugh because that’s about the smartest thing anyone has said to me regarding any drama that has happened and will probably happen to me ever.
I should back away from the keyboard and rest the brain because I have to coax it out again tomorrow. (I just got a mental picture of brain gnomes and time weasels walking around the cave that my brain lives in, I guess that would be my skull, trying to get my brain to come out by teasing it with treats. )