Longing

Because the semester has started (and how) I spend a lot of time at my desk, hunched over a book. The other day, midway through reading an article on masculinity in Tom Sawyer, I had the thought that in a few months I won't be doing this anymore. No more long hours spent slaving away with sticky flags and highlighters.

Except there will be. And they will be hours I love. I will be able to spend more time marking up and taking notes on my own manuscripts, and I absolutely can't wait.

I've been sick the past few days with some sinus thing i caught on the plane, and maybe a little homesickness. Yesterday morning, I woke up at seven-thirty with my head exploding. But, still, I stayed up until one working on my current revisions. This morning I woke up and actually wanted to get out of bed for the first time in days. Having my brain really working on writing does that to me. It makes my life better. And I can't wait to have it more.

On a totally different note, most of you know I've been working on a MS that deals with amputation for a long time. I would like to note here that there is a scene in it very similar to one from last night's Grey's Anatomy--which involved treatment for phantom pain--years from now when I finally get the MS published, I plan to link here when people ask if I got the idea from my favorite show because I didn't. It's been in my MS ever since my friend told me about the technique some time in 2011.

Just for the record.