RIP XMAS

Thank God it's over.

Nuts

Have yourself a nutty little Christmas.

Island of Misfit Toys

My TV persona remains as timeless as ever.

Finally

I am a circus freak. I juggle plates. Today I have one less plate. I would like to have a gigantic piece of chocolate mousse on that plate, but I don't think that will happen.

Took my final and paid an overdue book fine at the library. The Hispanic librarian will no doubt end up in my fictional world somewhere. Her tired, over-worked sigh and pet phrase, "I'm telling you..." cracked me up.

A weight is lifted. I sigh with relief. Here comes Christmas.

A is for Academically Applied Awesomeness

I took a Creative Writing course this semester at the local junior college. Mainly because I wanted access to the campus gym but also because in all my hundreds of hours of college education I had never taken one. This despite that I am a writer of many moons.
We had to show a certain level of proficiency in short stories, novels, poetry, and drama. I wrote a devestatingly honest essay about a child's view of divorce for an essay and won the teacher over, thank God. I would need her affections for the poetry. The poetry had me shaking in my boots but I managed to amuse her with my pitiable attempts at wit. It helped that I kicked major mundo ass on the other mediums, novels (actually the first chapter of one) and drama.
I made a frickin' A.
Coolness.