Going Off the Grid
I’ll be off the grid, so to speak, for the next couple of days, as I attend the last residency of my Lesley program. On Thursday morning, I give my craft lecture to a room full of my peers and at least one faculty mentor. On Friday, I go to a couple of classes conducted by my peers. On Friday night, I read from my novel as part of the graduating student reading. And on Saturday I’m done. There’s a commencement ceremony and a dinner and I’m sure there will be a great deal of hugging and drinking and maybe even a bit of weeping.
By Sunday afternoon, though I’ll still be incredibly sad that this experience is over, I’ll be focused in almost entirely on our impending blood test on Tuesday. The next few days are going to be incredibly scary and busy. And that’s probably for the best. I could use some excitement in my life, instead of all this time to mope and contemplate my navel.
I’m still unsure what I’ll read on Friday night. I have about ten minutes allotted to me and there are two chapters I would be equally happy to share from. One of them, I suppose, is probably a bit too fresh to be exposed to the world. Inspired by a fairly fresh psychological wound, it does read well. But, I worry that it might be too over the top in places.
The alternative, which is the piece I’ve been thinking of reading for a long time, is a wonderful segment chronicling the first really successful romance of the lead character. It’s just about the right length, it’ll grab and keep the audience’s attention, and I think it’s fairly representative of my writing style and ability. It has nice, intimate moments interspersed with a fair amount of more sweeping language about the setting.
Either piece would be fine, which is a great problem to have. When Tony told me that I wouldn’t hate my novel when I came back to it after a couple of months away, he was right. In flipping through it on the train today, and on lunch, I was pleasantly surprised by how good it still seems to me.
So, that’s all from me for now. If I get access to a computer, you can expect an update or two. If you don’t hear from me, expect entries recapping the days I’m gone to be up sometime on Sunday or Monday.
As Stef said, this is the closest thing we’ve had to a vacation in a long time. It might have come about because of a silly set of circumstances (me having to inject hormones into her asscheeks every night) but it’s here, and we intend to enjoy it as much as we can.