In which Mary lives down to her reputation
There are those who say that I am less than graceful. I know, hard to believe.
Only it would appear that I have managed, yet again, to injure myself in an incredibly stupid way. It is a special talent.
So now, having somehow managed to slam the side of my foot into a door jamb hard enough to turn it pretty colors, I am largely out of commission. I am going to look at the bright side and convince myself that it is the universe’s not so subtle reminder that I need to stay put and keep grinding on these deadlines.
I was up until the wee hours last night, putting together C’s syllabus for the month, and we’re doing lots of fun and exciting stuff in February. She’ll be building her own mythological pantheon (underhanded of me to slip world building exercises into her curriculum, but what can I say?) She started Fahrenheit 451, and she is planning on doing a video project that will result (if she finishes it) in a youtube production of the book, only with stuffed animals as all the characters, which will be terribly amusing. When last she was working on it, she was asking her brother if she could borrow his dalmatian puppy so that he could play Guy Montag. Funny stuff.
In more writerly news, I am working my way through deadlines at a steady pace. The man muse is working his way through beta edits on Children of the Exodus, and he has stumbled upon nothing cataclysmic thus far – always a good sign. I have another chapter behind me on Gaming with Kids 101, and in short order (thanks in part to the calm in our schedule due to my inability to successfully navigate doorways) I should be rocking some word count toward finishing Tales from the Exodus.
First though, I’ll be spending the evening dragging my basketball sized foot behind me, looking at houses, since in addition to the full school schedule and the month of impossible deadlines, we will also be moving in the spring. At least things aren’t boring!