A nice chat with my boss today. I have vacation hours out the wazoo, and I asked if she’d consider letting me have a week at the end of September. My rationale: I can’t take time before then because the school year is beginning, and things are always crazy then. But she was emphatic that I take the time.

Of course, I hope to have the essay in a nicely polished state by then, since it’s due October 17. But, in an emergency, I could have that week to work on it. She seemed to think that was no good– that I should make sure it’s done well before, and use that week to relax and do whatever I want.

So I’m considering the possibility that I might go somewhere for a couple days, just disappear off the Internet and cell phone networks, and hole up and play with my poems. Not work on them. Play with them. Revise all the microfic I wanna revise, tinker with poems that I haven’t looked at in over a year. Maybe read some books that I wanna read. No agenda. No product that has to be completed by the time I return. Just me and some words. Hanging out. That sounds nice.

Who knows? Maybe I’ll look for a good poetry event or two in a mid-sized city and go there. Maybe it will be where you live.

Don’t know if I was supposed to share this or not, but I’m excited about it.