I Heard You’re Thinkin’ ‘Bout Goin’ Down To The Shore
I’ve just finished reading “The One About Ian” one last time before I send it off to my faculty mentor tomorrow morning. After a few days away from it I was quite pleased with where it’s at. I’m still not sure it’s a great story but everyone’s got their stinkers in them. People at the residency seemed to think it was good and Jon told me it hadn’t suffered from revision, but I’m having a hard time in getting totally behind the piece myself at the moment.
It was a schoolwork day for Stef and I, broken up by chores in the morning, football in the afternoon, and back-to-back episodes of Smallville after dinner. Stacey stopped by to pick up something I’d been working on for her and her boyfriend marveled at the size of our CD collection.
I regret that I didn’t get to the movies and that JonMartin and I didn’t catch up on our screenwriting but I continued to be sick all day today. For the second weekend in a row I’ve found myself with the most horrible case of the runs I’ve ever encountered. I’m not quite sure what it is. I suspect the dietary adjustment might be at fault but I’m not sure. If it happens again next weekend I think a visit to the doctor will be in order.
But, whatever. I finished my second submission for the MFA program and that’s cause to celebrate. Tomorrow I get to begin reading Slaughterhouse Five and start working on the revision of my piece for the Teaching of Writing class, a memoir I’ve been tweaking. That’s got to be in the mail by next Saturday so the revision time on that will be far less long and stressful than the time spent on “Ian.” Perhaps I’ll come out of that feeling a bit better about my work.