Tonight is a Special Night

Not really, but it feels like it.

My seven month old kitten Cherubino went to the vet this afternoon. She’s getting spayed tomorrow morning. It’s eerie how quiet the house is without her scampering about, attacking my ankles while I sit here and write, and lay on my forearms when it’s time to pay attention to her.

I’m halfway through a paper for my literary critique class that’s due at midnight. You have no idea how giddy with joy I am. After I am done and submit it to my prof, I get to write whatever I want to write. Now watch the creativity dry up.

Give it a few days. There’s a plot in my brain that’s been wanting to get out for a while.

I did not forget about this blog!

I created this blog a few weeks ago when I was still on my holiday break and had the time to get it done. Since that time, I’ve returned to work and school. I teach high school social studies and also currently working on an endorsement in secondary ELA, so I can teach another subject. Partner that with sitting on the local county planning commission and very active in the local Democratic party … when do I get time to write anything?

I do find the time to write. I wrote final exams for four classes this week. I also wrote a 1,000 word literary critique for John Steinbeck’s “The Chrysanthemums” for my class. I quickly scribbled down notes for the minutes I will have to type up and present to the next planning commission meeting, and I have to draft a letter for the commission to send to a construction company waiting for our approval.

I’m writing to the point that I spend every day writing. Writing for work and school come before writing for fun.