So I got the schedule of seminars offered for the first residency (we're talking the low-residency option here, as opposed to the traditional residency program that never, um, seemed to get around to their rejection letters). And what fun it is to consider options! Do I want to learn how to write a sex scene or approach the business aspects of promoting one's self and of being a writer in a thoughtful and organized manner? Or do I want to leap into some good old literary theory and do a nostalgic view of Faulkner and Light in August? It all feels like some unholy union of Montessori and military school.
Beyond that, we are motoring through the official crazy busy, in which there is a lot to do in a short amount of time. In addition to which, we have to hope that, in short order, some well-appointed buyer wants to pay handsomely for a gorgeous bungalow.