Panic like a shot in the arm, or, It's a *Weird* Life, Charlie Brown

It's been a freaky term, people. I'm teaching my YA class again, which is great, and a grad class on fairy tale retellings (which is, if possible, greater, even if they didn't read the 100+ pages which I laboriously scanned in for them - in their defense, they had a paper due that day, but still people, respect the resulting carpal tunnel).  I've got two articles due for collections before the end of the term, I just bought my tickets for a MA defense in Illinois, and I'm back in NY over Memorial Day weekend ... but that's no excuse for almost missing the IAF auction.  Damn, I hope there's still time to submit ... I've been planning a black stick pearl thingy for "Rats" for ages!

In my own defense (have I blogged about this before?  I could swear I had, but then again, I also thought I'd warned people about the marriage), but, just in case I hadn't: life, it is a-changing.  As of Tuesday last week, I've been married six months: as of Tuesday next week, we're basically going long-distance again.  The Gnu got an awesome job - in Houston.  So, I'll be moving closer to the university (yay!), and he'll be traveling back on weekends (hm).   It'll be great for work ... but it's a vaguely terrifying paradigm shift.  Like, damn, universe, not enough change for you this year?  I learned to drive, damnit!  What more do you want from a girl?

Eh.  To quote my favorite song in the world, when I grow up, I'll be stable.  In the meantime, I'll be productive.

Well, assuming that I don't miss the deadlines.

Panic like a shot in the arm, or, It's a *Weird* Life, Charlie Brown

It's been a freaky term, people. I'm teaching my YA class again, which is great, and a grad class on fairy tale retellings (which is, if possible, greater, even if they didn't read the 100+ pages which I laboriously scanned in for them - in their defense, they had a paper due that day, but still people, respect the resulting carpal tunnel).  I've got two articles due for collections before the end of the term, I just bought my tickets for a MA defense in Illinois, and I'm back in NY over Memorial Day weekend ... but that's no excuse for almost missing the IAF auction.  Damn, I hope there's still time to submit ... I've been planning a black stick pearl thingy for "Rats" for ages!

In my own defense (have I blogged about this before?  I could swear I had, but then again, I also thought I'd warned people about the marriage), but, just in case I hadn't: life, it is a-changing.  As of Tuesday last week, I've been married six months: as of Tuesday next week, we're basically going long-distance again.  The Gnu got an awesome job - in Houston.  So, I'll be moving closer to the university (yay!), and he'll be traveling back on weekends (hm).   It'll be great for work ... but it's a vaguely terrifying paradigm shift.  Like, damn, universe, not enough change for you this year?  I learned to drive, damnit!  What more do you want from a girl?

Eh.  To quote my favorite song in the world, when I grow up, I'll be stable.  In the meantime, I'll be productive.

Well, assuming that I don't miss the deadlines.