Eagles Over the Kennebec

Sunshine! Man, what a day to drive out to Belfast, or down to Rockland, or, or...

Ahem. Writing Weekend. Must. Be. Strong.

Earlier this month my boss at the University of Maryland School of Social Work and Community Planning (as it was called then) left us for that Other Place, where she has many fur folk awaiting her. Dr. Young was quite the woman -- headstrong, smart, hot-tempered, capable of both pettishness and of staggering kindness. The last thing she said to me, on the last day I worked for her, as I went out the door with my lover, eager to start my life as a writer, was: "You're going to starve."

Too close to right.

Slept in this morning, to make up for a ill-dreamt night. Honestly, isn't it enough that I go to the day-job? Do I have to have nightmares about it, too? Had, as I drowsed there, with my head on Steve's shoulder and Mozart curled up against my back, a Minor Plot Ephiphany. *rubs hands* This is going to be So Much Fun...

And, now, another cup of coffee and so, to work.