Haven't posted here in awhile. Been extremely busy. This year, in addition to teaching 3 classes, running the Writing Center, etc., I'm doing college counseling for half the senior class--about 17 kids. It's been incredibly time consuming mostly because I have very little idea of what I'm doing. Haven't had a lot of time to write. I've got a big deadline coming up, also--November 1st. Lots of kids sending out their applications in the next week. I'm getting caught up. I need to write a half-dozen or so letters of recommendation, and I'll be solid.

I need to hurry because I want to write a novel for National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo). I was originally thinking I'd actually finish the zombie book I've been kicking around forever, but now I'm thinking I'll write a book about the time I lived with a drug dealer in Searcy, AR. It was a pretty bad time for me, all things considered, but it's been on my mind a lot lately. To make that happen, I need to work my ass off this coming week. Then I'll need to work my ass off for the next month. Maybe after that I'll write that zombie book. But if anyone out there is doing NaNoWriMo, my call sign is clbledsoe. Friend me.

Been working on music a log lately. Nothing to post, or anything like that. Mostly trying to relearn songs my band played 15 years ago. I'm going to go do that now, I think. I'd like to get everything set up so I can record soon. Last weekend, we painted and moved furniture. Might set up a little bit of a studio in our spare room. We didn't know how good we were. How could we? We were just kids who'd been told we weren't worth shit to anybody or for anything. Who knew shit grew roses?

It's hell getting older. So little survives. I can't imagine what it will be like in another 20 years.

Did I mention tha I have a short story collection out? It's called Naming the Animals: collected stories, by CL Bledsoe. Look for it on Amazon.com.