Greetings, friends. Yes, I'm still here. Busier than ever, but here.
I'm spending hours each day in the revision cave. Draft two is winding down, and I'm looking forward to starting the third. I anticipate this being my last draft before sending it out for feedback. I'm also anticipating it goes faster than the previous two. I hope so, anyway.
Basketball is the sole distraction I allow at the moment (well, except for Scramble With Friends, of course). This Saturday, my Kentucky Wildcats meet the Louisville Cardinals in the final four. For those who don't know, this is one of the most significant games in NCAA history. These schools multiply rivalry to the power of infinity. It would be like the Eagles and Steelers meeting at the Superbowl. Or Jesus and Lucifer having dinner at the White House.
Tuesday night, I signed up to sponsor a young boy in Uganda. His name is Ashraf. He's six. He likes playing soccer and helping his family by fetching water. My sponsorship gives Ashraf, among other things, the gift of education. At Ashraf's school, students learn to boil water before drinking it. They learn about AIDS and how it spreads through the village. They pass this knowledge to illiterate relatives. Their culture advances one person at a time
It lifts my spirits knowing I can help a child thrive outside the parameters of my former classroom. This sponsorship is my first. It's also the first thing I've done that makes me feel active - over the last few years, anyway. It should be a rewarding experience.
I'm pumped for summer. I'm ready for shorts, pools, and hot weather. Appetizers on the patio and driving with the windows down. Late nights and early mornings are never a problem this time of year.
This picture made me laugh:
I revised to this song yesterday:
And now it's back to the grind, folks. I'm so ready to query. If only the manuscript felt the same. We're never on the same page these days. Hmm.
Talk to y'all soon (like how I threw a little KY in there? It's good luck, I promise).