Catfish are jumpin' and the river is high (or something like that) ... .
Well.
School is out and that means one thing: I have time to write and read now; I have time to talk to other people about writing and reading; I have time to plompf my butt down on a worn leather chair at my fave bookstore and turn pages in a beloved dreamlike trance. In short: I am free of grading and lesson planning and 5:30 alarms. Free of mothering 110 eighth graders (which is mostly great, but, hey, a gal needs a break).
Free to blog. Which makes me happy.
1 comment:
Hey Kate, great meeting you at your fav book store. Yes, catfish are juimpin' and the river is high and it's time to touch the pen to the lined paper. Let's write, write, and not forget to write. Let's let our dreams take over and go to never never land and BLOG. You were inspiring and I'll see ya at the Thursday write in's. Beth
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