What’s Not Happening And What Is

Tug my rope any time.

First, you’d think this photo inspiration would totally get me all excited for another peek at Al and Duke, but… {fizzle poof} Nope, I got nothing.

Is it time to retire them? I wonder if authors get to a point where there really isn’t anything more to say or explore with their characters. Some authors seem able to go on forever. Maybe I’m in the other camp where we eventually lose interest.

Boys love teddies!

Second, this photo totally did get my inspiration bubbling. I’m assuming because it goes with the shiny new story I’m working on. Could this be why I’m unable to tap into the Splinters world now? Because I’ve moved on to a newer one? Hmm…

Lastly, I’ve discovered that the only school within driving distance that offers a graduate program in art therapy is a private Catholic college that’s 90% female — it used to be women-only. It’s also looking really expensive, so I want to make sure it’s the right degree and place for me. I already know I’d have to take 12 credit hours of psychology classes before I could really start the program.

There are other universities around with pretty excellent graduate programs in education, so I’m not fully committed to anything just yet.

The biggest thing, though, is that we’ll need another car. Jazz can take the motorcycle, but only on good weather days, and the bus is so not workable. I’m looking at used cars and trying to understand car loans and all that mess — don’t worry, I won’t go to a dealership alone!

But there’s still no hurry.

I’m leaning more and more toward taking a year off to keep writing and painting. See what’s what in January or so and decide then.

Maybe my muse will be perfectly happy to wander wherever once I don’t have to think about school for a while. This could be a good thing.