I think by Wednesday of next week, knock on wood, I should have a solid book. I wouldn't have believed that a month ago.
I'd still like one more draft after that, because while Bob tells me the prose is elegant, it is not quite as beautiful as I would like. Not that I want to make every sentence flowery and ornate, but I do want to add some small touches. The prose of this book is mostly very clean, like a pen and ink drawing, which I hope helps to counter how intensely emotional and dramatic much of the story is. I don't think the story can stand up to vast blotches of brightly-colored prose being sloshed all over it. But if I can just go in with a colored pencil and add a few shadings of color, here and there...
I would tell you what else is going on in my life, but I can't remember what that is.
Heh. No, really, teaching's still going fine, I'm a bit behind on Roosevelt admin work but not too bad, and I plan to catch up this coming week. November is advising month, and I need to schedule fifteen half-hour in-person meetings with my advisees, oof. A lot of time, but it should be interesting, talking with grad students in the MFA program about their plans. This weekend the Vermont students hand in their packets, so next week should have a fair bit of teaching focus, which will be a nice change from banging my head against the wall of my book focus.
Kriti is going very well -- we've ordered most of our supplies at this point and finalized the schedule, and the last major things we need to make a decision on are food and the program book. Hopefully that'll be settled at this Sunday's meeting. After that, it's just trying to keep all the logistics under control.
Kevin has forbidden me to cook for Sunday's meeting, so we'll be ordering pizza. I tried to persuade him that I could throw together a couple of lasagnes in an hour, maybe a quick salad, some garlic bread -- or even better, squash soup, with gruyere croutons, I've been dying to make that again. And apple pie. It's apple pie season. Or maybe even rhubarb pie. I love me some rhubarb pie. But he was exceedingly firm, so pizza it'll be.