In any case, the Curator’s returned to her office in the darkest corner of the basement, hidden behind a false wall in an underutilized library. Yes, in case you didn’t know, I live in a dilapidated mansion atop a hill, just like in all those old Scooby Doo episodes. Well, kind of. My doors don’t lead to mysterious other doors. This isn’t The House of Leaves.
It’s currently Finals week of my last semester as an undergraduate. I was beginning to think I’d need to put Preparation H and prunes on my list of desired graduation gifts, but I made it. I have to complete one individualized study (four hours a day for two weeks straight with one of my favorite professors) and an internship (with Permuted Press, which I’ve worked freelance for before), plus turn in my completed portfolio and that 8 1/2″ x 11″ bit of vellum’s mine…
… which means I’ll now have a bit more free time to work on my own projects from here on out. I’ve got my manuscripts to finish writing and other peoples’ books to critique. It’s going to be a long, fun summer this year.