Sunday is almost over

It's 10:15 p.m. I am not finished with my story. Long night again, I suppose. And another long night tomorrow because I'll have to prepare for class on Tuesday. Tomorrow afternoon - read about 40 pages of fiction and write 2 critiques; rush to a friend's office to make copies of my story and handouts for my students; somewhere in between the mad day, I'll find time to eat and maybe catch 40 winks.

By Tuesday, I'll have written 45 pages of prose in four days. By Friday, I hope to complete another 15-20 pages. Over the coming weekend, I have to revise the short story I wrote at the beginning of the semester. This term has been bookended with marathon sessions of writing. In September, I was furiously writing 50 extra pages for my play. Now that December is here, I'm not just writing 60 pages, but I'll be reading and grading about 150 pages of student papers.

The good thing is that once I'm done with my own writing, classes will be over and I'll be only left with grading. I'll probably pop down to a nice cafe on Main Street and spend the afternoon with my Ipod and a pencil and my stack of papers. And then I'll give out final grades, and then I'll be officially done with fall term. And then I'll start planning for next term's class. And then I'll start working on my thesis - I aim to write two new stories this break, and revise several pieces. Oh, and I'd love to read all the novels I've been stacking by my bedside; rent several DVDs from my growing list of movies to watch because I had no time to see them in the theater; go to the movies at last; and get to the mall for my Christmas-decor enjoyment. I guess I should also get the car oil changed, clean the house, buy Milou some different hamster treats for a change, and, of course, catch up on sleep.

It's 10:23 p.m. My story is still not done. I need a miracle.