In Like A Lion
Just because it’s a Sunday doesn’t mean I can’t still hope, every time I check my e-mail, that something magical will have happened, right?
Actually, I’m not even doing that. The tension is getting a little easier to take. Maybe it’s just that I barely had a chance to touch Tyme this weekend, because I had to spend most of my “free” time working on stuff for my actual job. The teaching one. I try to keep work at work, but it’s not always possible. Luckily, this time, most of my job was to write. Every so often, I create monologues, scenes, and short plays for my students, and this weekend was one of those times. I enjoy writing for the kids, and they always like reading the work out loud. I don’t ask them for feedback, because the work is for them, not me – but I don’t have to ask. Their criticism comes free. They’re brutal, and their comments are generally spot on. Middle-school kids are the masters of identifying false and faulty dialogue. “Can I say this instead? Because nobody would say that.”
The weekend was also sunny and beautiful, and we spent a lot of it with family and playing outdoors. It was like getting a chilly taste of summer. Three and a half months until summer. Not that I am counting.