Tired, my dears. …

Tired, my dears. Unsurprising, since it's 9:45 p.m. I got *so* tired last night; luckily David rescued me from a meal of cold pizza and made me ginger-carrot soup with French bread instead. Yum. I can get the recipe from him if anyone wants it. I was so exhausted afterwards that I basically sat on his couch for two hours and stared at the wall, until he dragged me home and told me to go to sleep. At like 9 p.m. I slept until 7 a.m., and I gotta admit, felt much better today. Been working like mad lately, but that should stop soon. Classes end in less than a month, thank the goddess...

Had a good time this evening; the local Clarionites finally got together and we started a monthly critique workshop. That should be helpful, especially since next spring I won't be taking a fiction workshop; I'll be studying creative non-fiction instead, which will hopefully be interesting (I'm not sure what it is, which is probably a good reason to take it. :-)

Anyway, too tired for any deep thoughts tonight. For those of you in Bakersfield, CA or Cincinatti, I'll be having radio interviews there soon. Bakersfield this Saturday night, and Cincinatti next Tuesday or Wednesday morning. Will let y'all know when. Another exciting thing is that someone who writes for the L.A. Times is trying to talk his Features editor into letting him interview me. That would be way cool. :-)