Every Ending is a Beginning
Yesterday was the last day of the Fall semester for me, the day when my final project and exam were handed in. Yeah, so you’d think with a title like that I’d be talking about writing stories.
But no, the punchline is that today was the first day of a new mini-semester we call an “ACE” class. These are little one-class-at-a-time deals that occur in the month-long period between semesters where we go for three weeks, two normal class-days a week plus Saturdays. The topic of this class is one where I am sorely in need of improvement (the course has “networks” in the title, and it’s not a computer science course, if you know what I mean).
So, what did I do with a whole evening’s break? Why, go with Dear Wife and some other family members to see Trans-Siberian Orchestra in concert, of course. It’s the Christmas season, so it’s the time of year when you break out that kind of music. But I’d been so sleep-deprived from some extremely late nights this past week that we ended up not staying for the whole thing; the better to beat the crowd out and get home so I could crash (and Dear Wife was tired, too). Last night was the first full night of sleep I’ve had in a while.
And now, I’m back in the saddle.
The good news? I can really and true just make out the light at the end of the tunnel. Five months. Just five months. At the same time… I can’t help but recall it was a year ago when I started work, in earnest, on that short story referenced in the side-bar (“PFTETD”), rewriting vast sections of it, adding new characters, and changing the direction of the story somewhat, in anticipation of sending it out with an eye toward its hopeful publication. It ended up taking me a little longer than what free time I had during the semester break (I didn’t take an ACE last year), but I did finish it and I did get it out. It was only shortly before that that I started blogging. It’s interesting to look back over that year.
Anyway, I’m just relieved. This past semester has been one of the most challenging and demanding, time-wise, that I’ve had so far. I’m glad I’ll only be taking one class in the coming Spring Semester.