I'd Hate To Check My Blood Pressure This Month

I got my Vermont College Workshop Packet this weekend. It comes in at just over 200 pages, and it contains pieces by 11 authors (including myself) that I'm supposed to read and be ready to critique by the time the residency rolls around next month.

No so bad, right? Except that I have an article that's due by the end of the month (I'll post more about that after I finish the damn thing), we have 2 killer projects at work with really short schedules, and I have to go out of town at next weekend (and then maybe the weekend after that).

So while I'm really excited about reading the packet, all I can think is: What the hell have I gotten myself into?

Pictionary

I started a new project last week. So far, I haven't used the following words:













or










or

or even

That's right, kiddos--Mr. V is trying to go:













And truthfully, it:








I gonna stick with this for a while, just because the type of novel I'm writing could work great without cursing, if I can make the dialogue work. But right now, it doesn't. And if after a few weeks I can't get it to work, I'll flush it down the:














And go back to dropping:

Chillin' at the Crib

I'm finally back in Austin after my two month stint in Hell Dallas, and I must say, it's great to be back home. Not that I really dislike Dallas, but it sucks to be living out of a suitcase for 8 weeks. And while I like the Baymont Inn, it doesn't exactly provide a superior living experience.

The worse thing about being away from home (you know, other than not being able to see Mrs. V so much) was that it was almost impossible for me to get writing done. Yeah, I tinkered on a few projects, and I did some editing, but I may have written 3 pages of new material. And that wouldn't be so bad, expect that I'm enrolled in this MFA program, and I kinda get the feeling that they expect me to write.

Hopefully in another few weeks, I should be able to unveil the cover to My Life as a Rhombus. Andrew sent a mock cover the other day, and believe me, Flux has once again cranked out another outstanding cover.

And in closing, I just re-watched Ocean's Eleven on TBS. I'm convinced--George Clooney is the coolest white guy in America (the other guy's pretty cool as well).