The young novelist are putting finishing touches on their characters and I'm always delighted to get emails like this, "My kid hates school. He despises camps. I don't know what you're doing over there on campus, but he is begging his father and I to sign him up for another week. Keep doing what you're doing." I think it is a testimony to the CWP teachers as around 15 students who only signed up for week one of Novel are signing up for week two, too. Most of the little labbers are repeaters this year and their parents automatically signed them up for both weeks, knowing the programs are different.
And yes, I've been sound asleep by 10 p.m. each night out of our exhaustion. I actually go to bed at 9, knowing I likely won't make it to 10 pm - kid work and good work is tiring work.
I should also acknowledge that yesterday was Karallyne Caramel Kharma Cupcake's 5th birthday. I got her at age one in August, 2021, but she had a birthdate of July 9, 2020 on her paperwork. The little ball of energy that was adopted and returned 3 times in her first year of life. I can attest to that energy, but have definitely seen it slow down this year (huh? weird how it parallels my own desire to slow down?).
I have to hit the road. Most of the campus shuts down on Friday (but a few have 1/2 day). Our crew is usually the last one's to leave (and I imagine I'm heading straight towards a nap).
It's Friday! I'm just thankful that the compliments of the work are sustainably upbeat and positive. It is something...this National Writing Project way.
