I had a migraine sneak up on me this afternoon, but it was nothing that a visiting writer, a cafe writing night with my class, a Coke, and a handful of Motrin couldn’t solve.
The visiting writer was Tom Grimes, whose book Mentor I just read and loved. It’s a very writerly book. That’s a warning. But if you like that kind of stuff, it’s a good one.
But it was the class that fixed the headache.
Seriously, I love my class. My students are so enthusiastic and game. I mean, I’ve asked them to really put themselves out there, to go all out in their last (or next to last) semester of college, and they are doing it. One student—the one I was worried about, since he missed the session in which we renegotiated the terms of the class, and he’s the youngest of the entire group—stayed after tonight to talk to me about how excited he is about his project.
His project, which was a short story until we worked out, as a group, a couple of ways he could keep writing. And now he’s still writing.
All in all, a lovely day. Now if the headache could not come back tomorrow, please.