I’m fried. That’s the sad truth of it. Teaching an overload, ramping up duties for this and that, working night and day on the Owain Glyndwr project … I can honestly say I’m not firing on all cylinders.
I like to think that other folks — my students especially — don’t notice, but even if they don’t, I do.
And I don’t like it.
What I especially don’t like is how the strain of the constant workload has essentially shut down my fiction writing output.
And that, folks, is why today is a Very Good Day. Because today I head up to a writer’s retreat run by Mary Robinette Kowal. For the rest of the week, I’ll be surrounded by writers. There will be no Latin or Anglo-Norman to translate. There will be no essays to grade. There will be no articles in need of revision or submission in need of editing.
Just me, good people, and the fiction.
I can’t wait to get started.