The class on Wednesday (7:50pm in Georgetown) affords me a little slack time after work - about three and a half hours - especially when I pack a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for dinner and skip the table service, the bakery at Dean and Deluca, the line at Georgetown Cupcake, et cetera.
Of course, slack time gets chewed up quickly with irons in fires. All the reading done for my class, I realize (insert Homer Simpson brand "D'OH!" here) that I failed to print off MY piece for tonight's workshop. Thank the maker for the Kinkos on M Street.
In addition, the outline for my Capstone is done and questions for my intended victims - er, interview subjects - are drafted. A couple have already been approached for their commentary and candor. This weekend will be a big push, while I have a little time before the next memoir piece is due.
In the midst of all of this, the editor over at TOTU provided line edits for my story appearing in issue #30. Put simply, they were 95% embarrassing typos that got past myself and a couple of readers. Shameful. No points off this time. Lesson learned: speed kills. But I will say they've been incorporated and turned around, and TOTU #30 is targeted for this fall. Ten more and I have a collection. :)
So with an hour and forty to go, the battery on the laptop is getting low - I may need to relocate from the Barnes & Noble (with its free internet) to the Starbucks (with its free electricity) to hammer out final questions.
Nine mile run on Saturday. I've decided Memoir class piece two will be on training for and running in the Army Ten Miler. As a former fat kid who didn't run, I think it has some human interest. Well, at least eight pages worth.
Been firing on all cylinders the last couple of days. I like it. :)
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