Progress on book slowed, but not for long.

Classes at my school start at 8:20 and run until 3:08.  Usually, I get to work about 7:30, and I stay until 4:00.  This week, though, is the end of the first quarter, and a few things have put me behind on grading.  I’m still getting to work at 7:30, but I’m staying until 5:00.  I know others work longer hours, or work these hours more commonly, but it is what it is.

Then I go home and try to write. I’ve begun the big climax, but I’m only getting a couple of hundred words a night right now, some of which have to change because they’re bad.  But, it’s progress.

And progress is good.  But I do find myself wishing I could just do the writing full time.  Ah well.  The world has other requirements.

I’m Raising a Monster, or, Why My Kid Rocks

Every morning, I take my daughter, just turned 7, to school.  We pull up to the door, she gives me a kiss and hops out, then blows me another kiss and goes inside, usually with an “I love you, dad!”

This morning was different.

As she was getting out of the car, she was acting as if she wasn’t going to give me a kiss goodbye.  I said, in my “Daddy is pretending to be sad” voice, “Don’t I get a kiss?” She rolled her eyes and said, in the most “aggrieved teenager” voice ever, “I’m not going to leave without giving you a kiss, dad.”  I repeat, she is seven.

As she got out of the car,  I said “I love you, sweetie,” and she ROLLED HER EYES AT ME.  AGAIN.

She immediately opened the door and gave me the most incredible “gotcha” grin ever.

Little punk.

Man, I love that kid.