Sep 24, 2007 09:13
Final draft weekend is over, which means I'm ready (maybe even more ready than usual) for the end of this term. It's been a difficult term in some ways, but the forced vacation that follows it will be good for the soul yet bad for the paycheck. Wow, I just love being paid by the hour and only for the hours spent in front of a classroom.
The time off will be spent taking care of the daughter, to some extent. I'll have some time to catch up on my life, but not as drastic an amount as you might think. If I'm lucky, the final draft of the book will come out during the break, too (and I suspect it might happen this time). I've said something similar to that a few times now, though.
Musically, I've fallen into the new Floating Men cd pretty nicely. It's different from, yet much the same as, their previous efforts. Amy thinks it's a logical progression, but I'm still trying to make the full connections there. Lyrically, it's as brilliant as ever. Musically, it's not quite what I expected, but kinda. It has the usual Southern Rock with a hint of country flavor, but occasionally dips into lounge music and doo-wop.
I had more to say, I know I did...
Tuesday is the last poetry show/Slam at the Oregon Express, and then we don't have a venue. Well, we have a different small open mic venue, but that's all we want it to be. After that, we're trying to find a new home, and Lincoln's a bit busy to go looking this time. It would have been nice if the Express had given us more time, say, during the summer months when Linc wasn't so busy. Just a few (2-3) weeks earlier would have helped his schedule, so I'm annoyed at the way the venue handled it, but it's pretty similar to the way lots of venues handle it. At least they told him before the show. When I was dropped from one Chattanooga venue, it was after the show, when I'd already announced the next date. We changed venues smoothly, but we lost audience badly by moving the way we did. At least Linc doesn't have that problem. And oddly enough, I'm not tremendously worried about finding a new venue. Hells, we've survived eight years now in this city. Things have been darker.
I still had more to say. I'll come back if I think of it.
poetry,
floating men,
slam