I apologize for not writing the last few days. I have had some sort of stomach bug and have not been able to eat a proper meal without dire results since Thursday night. Of course, that was dandy for Saturday's fast, though not for the lovely repast I ate when I broke the fast at a friend's place, enjoying the company of her haverah and her sweet, insistent dog.
In addition, I have been rewriting that article for the parent anthology. It required extensive work, and I am not yet finished it. I know, after all, that I am unused to writing lengthy narrative, and I have in Kay Marner a good editor who knows how to prompt me to tell the full story. There are no short cuts in this business, and if I really want to learn to tell stories, I have to pay my dues, as I did with poetry, by writing some half-baked pieces and some duds and working things out bit by bit.
My Tues/Thurs class was originally to have turned in their drafts on Tuesday, but their thesis statements, those who managed to do them, were so woefully inadequate that I decided to back up and teach and marathon class Tuesday. I hope I have the energy to speak with the students individually. It's hard to run without fuel.