Aside from having a few minor tasks on my desks, like a class description and a bit of paperwork for the Best Bead Show Tucson, at which I am happy to report I am teaching a class or two this September, and some web updates/fixes, I am staring down the barrel of five days of utter, total, complete freedom. 1.5 here in Tucson, .8 travelling, and 2.7 in New Orleans, with no obligations other than to hang out with Bill’s parents, who might be the most delightful inlaws a person could have, my sons, who might be the most delightful sons a person could have, and Bill, who might be the most excellent, tall, loverly man a girl could dream of.
photo Anneke Hilhorst
Could it be any better? Despite the heat and wet of NO, I plan on doing a lot of walking and roaming with my camera. I’m going to hunt up Thomas Mann, on Magazine, a favorite potter, the crazed old junk and antique stores I can’t stay away from, and some kickass PJs coffee. Maybe even a Bluebird breakfast, and possibly, just possibly, a beignet. I’ve been living the life of an energetic monk since I was granted my Freedom, and swimming twice a day, and I don’t think I’ve ever felt healthier or lighter on my feet than I do now. I think a beignet is not out of the realm of reason.
After turning in my MS, I had the usual feelings of letdown, exultation, crushing regret that it wasn’t better, extremely brief periods egomaniacal strutting about how great it is, worry that I should have done more, regret that I didn’t do less, crushing regret that it wasn’t better, or done sooner, so it could have become completely comprehensive with no thought unexpressed and not a single extra word, and mostly a vast sense of empty space inside the cells of my body. And then, I remember that I didn’t just send it to the press, as usual, I sent it to a highly experienced and very eager team of people who get me, really get me, and who are great at their jobs. And they want the same things that I do for the finished product, and so there is time, plenty of time, to get it right. This might be a good thing, writing for the Man.
