So here’s the thing: I don’t even know how to fill you in on the past three weeks. I spent a lot of time keeping my foot planted firmly on top of about a hundred teenagers who were, for all practical purposes, transforming into a herd of feral horse/dragon hybrids with one thing on their mind: THE END OF SCHOOL.
We stumbled through May like a criminal who’s been pepper sprayed and then thrown into an obstacle course. By the time finals rolled around, everybody had one foot out the door and one in the classroom, and we were all just praying for it to end, GOOD GRIEF, PLEASE LET IT END.
And then it did.
May 23 was our last day of exams. I KNOW, most of the country gets out about three weeks later, right? But we go back mid-August, so it’s all the same. Personally, I’d rather get done before Memorial Day. Spring semester is a special kind of brutal and August around here is as hot as the ninth layer of hell, so you might as well be inside an air-conditioned building making lesson plans.
Here are a few other things May held for the Family Riley:
–We got our air ducts cleaned out and THEY FOUND MOLD IN SEVERAL PLACES. I realize this is a super boring piece of information, but if any of you feel like you (or your children) are constantly coughing and sneezing and just generally feeling poor, I highly suggest you have your ducts cleaned. Especially if you, like us, have just moved into an older house. You never know WHAT could be hiding in the ductwork. (Mooooooold!)
–We survived our very first lice infestation! The two-year-old and I were the only ones infected, but after a thorough wash with RID and some intense laundering of everything in our house, we managed to avoid becoming zombies. However, we also did not develop any superpowers, so the whole thing was kind of disappointing.
(Speaking of zombies, I’ve mentioned to Rob several times that if Earth ever falls prey to a zombie apocalypse, I’m going to TRY to get infected. Who wants to be a survivor in that situation? NOT ME.)
–I just, as in five minutes ago, emailed CREEPY FACES to Agent Emma!!! The good news is, she is a magician (no, really) and will help me whip that thing into shape. The bad news is, I couldn’t finish it before I sent it to her. Because I cannot look at it anymore. Because it has turned my brain to popcorn.
(Maybe THAT’S how zombies are made. They’re all writers who slave over the same manuscript until they’re covered in lesions and start lumbering around, latching onto random objects and mumbling about braaaaaaainnnnssssss.)
So I’m forcing myself to take a writing hiatus for at least a week. My next book is a contemporary, and as I’ve never written a contemporary novel before, I am SUPER excited to start it.
But not now.
For now, I must recover from Popcorn Brain.
I hope to lurk here on the blog a bit more often now that Creepy Faces is out of my hands for a while. Thanks for hanging in there with me.