After a very relaxing weekend, I had a minor freakout last night about the fact that I hadn’t published anything yet, I couldn’t focus on any of my various unfinished works, I couldn’t settle down at my desk long enough to write more than a few sentences… and, ugh, the laundry list of my mildly pathological writing-related behaviors goes on. I finally wrote an outline of the rest of the story I was working on and went to bed, waking this morning with a clearer head of some things I can do to finally finish and share some of my work.

1. I looked up some creative writing classes at Emory University this evening. Their “Evening at Emory” program is highly regarded and the classes are very reasonably priced. There are a couple of creative writing classes that start up in October. I have no plans for anything in October except a Decemberists concert. I have no excuse not to sign up.

2. I told Adam that I wanted him to give me a deadline for when I would have one of my short stories finished, revised, and printed out so that he could read it. I have been working on two particular stories long enough—they just need to get to a halfway finished state so that I can determine how they need to be changed. Adam kept trying to tell me that my deadline was “tomorrow” (ha!), but I finally talked him into next Tuesday. I have a lot of work to do between now and then to get my little story ready for someone else to read. But at least I have an outline and uhh… a couple semi-coherent paragraphs.