Wait for the summer
April came by and ran past me in rough drafts and deadlines and one big messy blur of a weekend in Irving where I got to shake some hands and sell some books. Then May stumbled in with my birthday in tow and a boat-load of bad ideas about virginal murderers and The Four Horsemen hanging out in the Oklahoma panhandle during The Dust Bowl and nightclub for people with animals living inside of them. My 25th birthday came and went, with a few odd adventures at bowling alleys and some lovely gifts. (Melissa Dominic sent me this amazing little handmade card. She spoils me, I swear it.) Now most of my rough drafts and tidied up and tucked away, and I'm sorting through all these bad ideas for projects to work on during the summer that's just around the corner.
For those of who you have signed up for The Summer Sessions 2011, thanks so much for the interest. At last count this morning I have fourteen names on the list, and that is truly exciting. Last year there were just eight of us, so I'm really happy to see so many more people contribute to this project. Sit tight, I plan to send the first email to everybody on June 1st, so we can get the ball moving on this.
Then in June there's trips to Florida to spend July 4th with Melissa and her mother. There will be adventures and beaches and bowling alleys and aquariums, and laying around on the couch watching bad television. Then in July and August I'm supposed to be moving, with any luck, packing up and relocating to Austin. It looks like my summer is booked up tight already, and it hasn't even started yet.
