Only three more days until it's officially summer and the pressure is on. I have 20 papers to grade for a final - they're due tomorrow, and I am dreading reading and editing and grading these papers. I love teaching online, but seriously, this assignment gets me. Once that's done, I have a two weeks until the next class starts. My real job is over on Thursday, but I have to build a brand new curriculum for the August. I am officially teaching Creative Writing in the fall. I'm really excited about this, but making a curriculum is tough work. Needless to say, that will keep me busy this summer. The truth, though, is that neither of these tasks are freaking me out. The pressure is that I always start a new WIP in the summer. The pressure to start one in five days is getting to me. I have a couple of ideas, but they're not bubbling in my brain the way I'd like them to. My dry erase board hangs on the wall behind me staring at me, taunting me to use it, but I feel like the well is dry. I know this is only because my brain is school absorbed getting ready for finals and announcing names at graduation, but it does scare me a little.
The good news is that I have made friends on twitter whom I will be setting writing goals with. This is so important because I hate letting people down. Mandie, you're the best! Knowing these goals are in place will light a fire under me like nobody's business, so now I just need to do it. I do have this one story in mind and the first couple of pages are written. It's dark and depressing, but solid. I think I'm going to run with it. I don't want to say too much, but I can say it's a YA contemporary starting with a girl walking aimlessly on the highway thinking she has no way out. We'll see. I also have the conflicts all mapped out, but my husband says that it's too depressing. Let's just say there's a lot of death. Anyway, the pressure's on. Writing will resume in five days and my children will be in summer school for three hours a day. This will be my time to shine.