The last Queens residency seems ages ago. Other priorities crowd into the frame: family, travel, remodeling, calling the plumber to fix the damage I caused while remodeling. I wonder if this is what it will feel like after graduation?
Writing has faded into the background, but I managed to force myself to the desk this week and get down a couple thousand words. There are contests to enter, and pieces to polish and submit, and a novel that needs an ending; the sweaty monkey needs to get his butt off my keyboard and sit somewhere else.
Now, if I could just find something in the mailbox other than Netflix movies and rejection notices . . .