I've never been busier. More to read, more to write, more miles to drive, more people to try to satisfy (do NOT go there) -- and the same old amount of time. Thank heavens for coffee, for not needing much sleep, and for low standards. These last (the standards, I mean) are in fact invaluable. All this is by way of apology for not posting more often. I think of you guys sometimes. I want to talk more often, really I do. Only every time I turn around or look up I find another deadline ready to pounce on me. Deadlines are like mountain lions.
You want to know about school? Well, it's really fun. I sit at the back with the cool kids. I mark up my textbooks and pass around notes. We trade lunches and everything. I can hardly wait until birthday season! Seriously, it's more work than I thought, and the other students are way more talented than they have any right to be at their age. I suspect them of mentally patting me on the head when I make a comment. Poor old fellow, let's humour him. He thinks we're back in the 1980s. While I am struggling to keep up at school, I am also trying to finish a book about a kid with an accidental tattoo, and a kid who falls into a comic ... and do some mentoring o my own ... and of course there are still my kids to drive around, and when I go too fast there are speeding tickets to collect. Last time I was stopped I tried to tell the officer how busy I was. She listened with a smile of sympathy. You shouldn't be driving around at all, she said. Say, do you want me to charge you, and confiscate your license so you can stay home and rest? She was laughing, but I tell you I was tempted. It'd be a totally great excuse for not doing the week's assignment -- and a DUI or something might get me some more respect in school. Scrimger the bad ass.