And So It Ends . . .
Dec. 17th, 2009 04:41 pmI have just now, moments ago, clicked the "submit" button and sent in the last grades for the Fall 2009 semester. Let me take a moment to sit back and savor . . . well, the moment.
*sigh*
Another semester done. It's exciting and thrilling and also a huge relief to have the grading done (as much a relief as it is to the students to have the finals finished I assume). A new semester approaches, of course, but for now it's time to chuck the backpack, notes, and books into the far corner of the writing room and forget them, break out some strong drink, and relax and recharge for a month. And part of the recharging is working on writing. I need to get a serious chunk of the next book written during this month, and having Christmas and New Years and a birthday in there doesn't help much with that. But the new book is due in August and right now I have . . . *licks fingers to count the pages* . . . one page written. (But I have a sizeable chunk of another book written--let's say a quarter. It's just that THAT book isn't due until AFTER this other one.)
But for the immediate now, I prepare for cycling at the gym, followed by a writer's meeting, followed by a short break, before heading out to see AVATAR in 3D at MIDNIGHT, using the free tickets I won on Tuesday.
It's going to be a long night.
*sigh*
Another semester done. It's exciting and thrilling and also a huge relief to have the grading done (as much a relief as it is to the students to have the finals finished I assume). A new semester approaches, of course, but for now it's time to chuck the backpack, notes, and books into the far corner of the writing room and forget them, break out some strong drink, and relax and recharge for a month. And part of the recharging is working on writing. I need to get a serious chunk of the next book written during this month, and having Christmas and New Years and a birthday in there doesn't help much with that. But the new book is due in August and right now I have . . . *licks fingers to count the pages* . . . one page written. (But I have a sizeable chunk of another book written--let's say a quarter. It's just that THAT book isn't due until AFTER this other one.)
But for the immediate now, I prepare for cycling at the gym, followed by a writer's meeting, followed by a short break, before heading out to see AVATAR in 3D at MIDNIGHT, using the free tickets I won on Tuesday.
It's going to be a long night.